Birthdays of Yore

There’s a little deleted comment (I didn’t do it, I swear) on the previous post. I happened to see it because the author couldn’t get into my e-mail and delete it. That author, ANNA, changed up her comments to include a “DO IT” link. (Before it said “wah-wah” *ahem*.)

What Anna also mentioned in that comment, is that Anna was the only friend to surprise me on a Christmas Day. Back in the day, we were roommates with two cats and three, no four, no five ferrets (ok, so it was maybe just four, but the brood eventually grew to 6, which is another story).

I was doing something, who knows what, but it involved a car and being out of the house. I showed up at my parents late. I wasn’t in a particular rush and there was Anna, asleep (she can sleep ANYWHERE at ANY TIME – also, if she wakes up, she’s probably not awake and that’s where the fun begins, but again, that’s another few stories) along with a chocolate iced cake with peppermint sprinkles on top. Mmmmm! I thought Anna was back home, so I completely wasn’t expecting a special cake just for my birthday, which is why I was late. Whoops.

It’s good to have friends that are birthday people or just want me to shut-up about my birthday – I’ll take it either way.

One thought on “Birthdays of Yore

  1. Anna says:

    I wanted to edit my comment but I couldn’t. All I wanted to do was to make the link to my blog entry on the arena a hot link. Because everyone must < HREF="" REL="nofollow">click there<>. Or < HREF="" REL="nofollow">here<>. Because < HREF="" REL="nofollow">here<> points < HREF="" REL="nofollow">there<>.

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