I just signed the customary “Happy Birthday from the department” card for our CEO.
I wrote “Have a lovely birthday.”
Despite all efforts to fix it, it still looks like:
“Have a lonely birthday.”
Confirmed: Bird is Southern.
We were having a conversation the other day and when I was joking around about how stinky Gopher’s diaper was, she said,
But with the Southern bonus syllable.
We visited our picture-perfect Indiana college town for our 8th (!! ) anniversary, leaving the sister babies with my folks.
The weather, it was perfect. The sleeping in, it was heavenly. The husband, he is my favorite. The town, it loved us back.
And just as we suspected, Mike still works the door at the Vid. And remembered us by name after TEN years, which I’d like to attribute to his insane steel-trap memory and not our (ahem) frequent flyer status at the townie bars. In any case, that guy is a freaking legend and seems to have acquired more walkie-talkies as the years have progressed.
You know when you re-hear a band you love but had kind of forgotten about and you air-drum on your steering wheel and kick yourself for not listening to that album every waking minute since you got it two years ago or whatever?
That’s how I’m feelin’ about the Features these days.