i hope you have a happy birthday. everyone who has a blog that i read gets a cake on their birthday. a blog cake. you get this cake, the one down the bottom. don't eat it all at once.
blogalicious...
i think you're nice, and i liked that time at dad's party where you were there, and i was there, and indea and laura were there, and then all of a sudden i fell, and also made plans with various relatives which i went to sleep and forgot all about until they were ringing asking why i wasn't at their house for dinner.
i sort of hope that one day there is another party just like that.
well anyway my point is, you're getting old.
love helen
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