It's Your Birthday, Jeff!

I know I speak for your legions of adoring fans when I wish you a wonderful happy day, filled with unabashed flirting with your objet d'amor (whoever the lucky pluck should be), delicious cake in your favourite flavours, scads of wacky balloon animals, clowns, ponies, cowboy hats and a big brass band marching past playing all your favourite showtunes. We are all very happy that you were born, sir.

P.S. - Libra power!


Squirrel Girl said...

Come on, why'd you have to add the "sir" bit? Isn't that rubbing it in on his birthday? Trust me, most humans over 47 do not want to be reminded of their age; there's always too much to be done and not enough time. Now, if I could live (healthily, with full mobility and mental faculties) till the ripe old age of 328, there might be enough time to explore all the interesting things... maybe.

Miz Cee-Cee said...

My deepest apologies for offending your sensibilities, Mr. Squirrel Girl, sir.

(Honestly it was a turn of phrase, not a dig...but tone of voice is non-existant in a text based reality, so you'll just have to take my word for it.)