Thursday, December 11, 2008

Nyquil, take me away ...

Not only do I have a cold,

not only do I still not have a Christmas tree,

not only have I finished a week with four performances by my children and three by me by having to listen to my son rap a Christmas version of YMCA ("X-M-A-S") and completely forget the words to his solo,

but in one minute,

it'll be my birthday.

Internet, you know how people say they're not getting any younger? I really am not getting any younger.

Seriously, the past week has put a good half decade on me.

7 comments:

  1. Oh, Poppy: it's hell, isn't it, having a birthday smack-dab in the middle of all the holiday insanity, with the added bonus of cold-and-flu season.

    My own birthday's a safe five months away, but two of my men-folk celebrate their birthdays this week, and it's just GAH.

    Having said all that: I hope that Nyquil is your friend, and that you enjoy a wonderful birthday. If not now, then in January. :)

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  2. Dude!! The happiest of happies to you! Maybe slip yourself a little EXTRA Nyquil to celebrate, eh wot?

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  3. Happy birthday to you.
    Happy birthday to you.
    Happy birthday dear Poppy.
    Happy birthday to you.

    Be glad you didn't have to actually hear me sing that.

    BTW, there's a birthday message for you at the Mamarazzi group page on Facebook.

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  4. Happy Day to you. May it be empty of concerts you or your family are in. What are the plans when it is on 12-12-12?
    Carol

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  5. Happy birthday to you, dear pal.

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  6. Happy Birthday Poppy my dear!

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Gentle Readers:

For the time being, I've turned off comment moderation. Please don't spam; it's not nice.

xxx, Poppy.