So, that whole fight song thing went over kinda terribly. I'll take the rest off of dad's camcorder and post them later, really! Well, bedtimes. It be late. Even check the time. That's leetspeak for "late".
Brother... As I listen to the rhythmic whooshing of our dishwasher in the twilight hours of your birthday, I am thinking of you...
(More specifically, I'm thinking, Crap! I forgot to call Aaron after eight but before my kids were in bed so they could sing to him! Maybe tomorrow...)
BTW, that first part was to be read like a cheesy, grandma-ish birthday card.
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Brother...
As I listen to the rhythmic whooshing of our dishwasher in the twilight hours of your birthday,
I am thinking of you...
(More specifically, I'm thinking, Crap! I forgot to call Aaron after eight but before my kids were in bed so they could sing to him! Maybe tomorrow...)
BTW, that first part was to be read like a cheesy, grandma-ish birthday card.
Happy BDAY!
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