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Who is Suzanne?
She is our beloved friend. A woman like no other...one who deserves a three month-long celebration of her birthday. She's our Blottie. She makes us laugh, cry, and drink heavily. That's why we've dedicated this blog to her birthday celebration. Please join us, won't you?
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11 comments:
Bob,
That's just damn funny. Damn funny I tell you. Especially because Ginny's ass is in the foreground!!! Yup, that's my kick ass field hockey playing sister. Apparently all her muscle ended up in her ass. Gotta run baby cuz if she reads this my ass is grass!
Bob, I love you.
XO
Okay, this is the God's honest truth. Word Verification is: Sisityr. Bob. This is just freakin' stupid funny.
Oh, and baby, I love my name and thanks for making it so special!
I'm going to send that to Mom. She'll cry.
Thank you.
Hi Blottie!
Happy Early BIrthday BlottiE!
Half a century? You don't look a day over 40.
Super Saturday indeed!
Happy early birthday from me, too!
Happy early birthday!!!!
Hi baby. I love you and thanks. You're such a wonderful friend.
However, I must point out the obvious. Did you get express written/verbal consent/permission to use any/all photos/text from my blog? No, you didn't because I would have remembered that phone call/letter. Bob, stop looking at my boobs and look at ME when I'm talking to you...*Takes Bob's face in hands, "I'm up here honey."*
You know my favorite letter? Z!!! Zany because it's true!!!!!!! Now look at my sister. Those Olympic thighs could kick any field hockey players ass. No, I'm not kidding. You know sports and so do I. Yup. She was a great hockey player. I do love her so, even if she's a bit moody. I think an arrow should be pointed at her thigh with the caption, "WOW!"
I love you darling. XO
God, my head's getting so big I don't know how to fit my hair in the room with it.
Cece, get over here and let me give you a hug you little sweetie you. When I turn 60 I want you to say I don't look a day over 30. This is really good for my ego. Don't stop. XO
Leah, get over here and let me give you a hug you little sweetie you. What? My head isn't as big as yours because I don't have two masters and an almost PhD, so I reuse material because, well, I'm lazy.
Pink. It's easy darling. Think "Baby Pink." You know, that really soft, lovable, adorable pink. That's what I want sitting on my head. A baby. If you're going to make a pink hat, do you think the rose should be blue? Me too. I don't think if should be a darker shade of pink because I look really good in blue. Why? I have no clue, but, and here we go again...sort of a fadded blue. Like old worn jeans, or a baby boy sitting on my head. You know, THAT blue!!! Baby blue.
What? I'm an artist. Color matters!!! *Suzy is seen sitting in front of Leah's fireplace eating a scone and drinking tea and singing "Happy Birthday to me...Happy Birthday to me..."*
XO LOVE YOU!!!
Hi Bob!
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