Happy birthday, young one. You're my friend. You've been a very good one, too. More than I could hope for. Everyone likes you, for good reason. And this is all for you. Hope you like it. Them, actually.
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Edward Hotspur
H.E. Ellis Day!
Sweet! Since it’s my birthday again, I declare that I am subtracting a year instead of adding one. That’s algebra, baby.
Divide by awesome!
(The only way to get you to visit my blog was to make (re)posts about you….sigh.)
Uhm, no…
You posting about me prompts HR to call me from work all flustered. When I write I try to stay off the internet because it’s too distract– look! A squirrel!
HR needs to get off the computer and work! Don’t pay you to surf the net, maple syrup boy! Does he have Google Notices turned on, or something? Since he doesn’t read my blog either? No one does. It sucks. Everyone hates it! I hate it! Stupid blog! Die die die! You suck! I quit.
What cha writing?
Oh yeah… click here.
I think he does read your blog, actually. And everyone loves your blog, it’s just a nice time of year to be outdoors. I’ve been outside a lot myself which is why I am so behind on following blogs and accomplishing my writing. I need crappy weather to be productive, apparently.
Then I should just shut my blog down in July, like it’s a snowbird or something.