HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLOG CHILD!

Darling Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,

You are my youngest child. I remember when you looked exactly like this:

Then you got drunk and discovered your toes:

I know the man you love will lunch with you today:

But before you enjoy your dining experience, I want to send all my friends to your blog, When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep, to wish you

Uh, Rachel? I thought you might be dressed more appropriately:

We'll step out the door while you change:

Oh, Rachel. I'm so embarrassed. Willy Dunne Wooters is here, too, to help celebrate your special day:

Mr. Wooters! She's a mere child! Rachel, I demand that you change your clothes:

Raaaaaachel!

You have one last chance. Dress in something decent, or no birthday present:

That's a little extreme, dear. I've seen you look a bit . . . prettier . . . shall we say? But I shan't complain. Mr. Wooters, you may come in again:

Put yer damn shirt on, Willy.

Now, everybody all together:

Yes, you may have one beer, dear, because it's your special day, and you're quite grown up now:

I give up.

Infinities of birthday love,

Blog Mama


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Please stop by When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep to wish Blog Child Rachel a very happy birthday.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug