Even though I didn't completely forget that Sunday is my birthday, somehow the impending birth of my son has overshadowed it! Go figure. That's why it was a really nice surprise to get a package of Moroccan goodness from the London contigency of Leenie, Greg, and Lily (the Birthday Meister). I got some cool elf slippers and Jim got a fez! A real Moroccan fez! But the best part was my very special chocolate gift JUST FROM Lil. I'm special! And Jim is speshul.
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That is the worst ... picture ... of me ... ever.
You look...speshul...
PapaBear!
Yours is a face any SON would LOVE!
P.S. I have way worse photos of you... heehee
NanaBanana :- )
Heehee, indeed, Nanabanana: I have some really incriminating photos of The Dadster; should I post them?
But seriously, Elves: what's happenin'? Isn't this THE DAY?
Never mind: Nostradamus is always right, so you have two more days (only) to go.
Prayers and good thoughts winging their way eastward (as we will be ourselves in a few weeks).....
There's something funny going on with this hat business, I say. Greg had a weird one. And Seamus already has a fine selection and he's not even born yet. Hmmm.
Auntie Teri
dear uncle jim,
i am sorry to say that i will never be quite as fashionable as you.
despairingly yours,
wes
I want...that kid to come out!
...him to look just like both of you.
...to come to NYC immediately
.... to leave an HTML tag but i don't know what it is.
Hee hee. If you can manage to leave an HTML tag, you can come now if you want.
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