Sometimes I wish we were still 17, and full of hell. Then I realize that if we were, we'd really look silly doing Chinese Fire Drills on Main Street, painting flourescent.... er.... uh..... "stuff" on the rearing stallion on Chestnut Street, drinking home brew at Lynn Fris's (with you in your fau rabbit jacket and cutoffs, and hiding from George Washington Hamway!
Ah.... those were the days.....
Now, we're middle aged (God forbid!) 12 year olds who don't care what people think or say about us as we try on hats in Walmart! Ha!
Wear your birthday well, My Friend! We know God loves us, and we love each other!
Barb
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