Another B-Day Cometh/Goeth
Hey, it’s Rey!
And you’ve also got JJ, having a great day!
You’ve got me, Linda, too, scooby-doo-oo!
…Scooby-doo-oo? Like what the ?
Listen, Rey, I can be cute, too.
That’s not cute, Lindy-Loo, it’s just peee-u.
Ha-ha. You’re so not funny.
Uh-huh. As the narrator of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, maybe I should take over, ladies. You two can continue that petty arguing outside—hey, don’t you dare, Cousin Reynalda! Not one word.
Good, now that she’s buttoned those lips and is [begrudgingly] following her BFF into the yard, I just wanted to give a head’s up that there’s no post of note today. The Boss has the day off—we gave it to her. Birthdays come but once a year.
She doesn’t care much; as she said, “b-days cometh and goeth”.
Still, it’s a special day, one where you can be a kid again if you so choose, eat [and/or drink] as much as you want, enjoy the day that’s just for you.
Have at it, Boss!
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You are a brave lady Tyler. I don't have birthdays anymore. My reasoning is that if you ignore birthdays ..... you just don't get older anymore ! As long as you are "young at heart" - and that is exactly what you are my friend.
That makes sense - I wouldn't celebrate either, but some folks won't let you forget . You know, I now know what my mom meant when she said she always felt 18 and the only time she felt "old" was when she saw her true self in the mirror.
