French folks, did I write that correctly?
In other news, MANY thanks for your wonderful, creative, effervescent - let's face it, FABU! - messages yesterday, and for indulging my narcissistic twin without question.
Today I have put her back in the closet and will be paying all of that good karma forward. See you at your blog.
In other news, MANY thanks for your wonderful, creative, effervescent - let's face it, FABU! - messages yesterday, and for indulging my narcissistic twin without question.
Today I have put her back in the closet and will be paying all of that good karma forward. See you at your blog.
Labels: Birthdays
17 Comments:
Oui!
Madame Robinson's 8th grade French class tells me that's right. Of course she was from Philadelphia and always spoke with a French accent having only visited Paris once.
I do all my foreign-speak with Google Launguages and that sounds otay to me.
Happy (belated) Birthday!
I'm new to your blog but have really enjoyed reading it.
My last haiku was in 8th grade English class, but I think I remember the gist.
This one is entitled, 'My Birthday Wish For You':
Piping hot pizza
A bottle of wine, and not
a cyborg in sight.
(I really tried to work in a reference to Jennifer Aniston, but her name has too many syllables to be conducive to the rigid 5-7-5 form...)
I hope you feed her.
:)
I got here a little late, but Happy Birthday! Hope it was a day deserving of you. :)
So....she's gay?
It is beyond fantastic to indulge your narcissistic twin once/year - way to go.
Tres bien :-)
So very sorry that I missed your birthday hon, but I hope it was one befitting a person of your magnitude and status. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, and is there any pizza left? Damn, I'm starving here!!
What's a birthday for if not to indulge a little narcissism? Hope it was wonderful.
See, rather than wish you Happy Birthday yesterday, I just decided to be fashionably late to the party.
(Really, I'm just no good at haikus)
Happy belated birthday! I think your french is right on, but I'm checking with my ol' highschool French teacher to make sure.
Bon soir,
Angie
Eeeek! I missed your birthday post! But in honour of the title, let me just say, "I can't believe my own grandmother just felt me up!" Happy 7th anniversary of your 25th birthday.
Boy, I'm gone for a day and miss what looks to be a fabulous part. Happy belated birthday! In keeping with the haiku theme:
Oh, Molly Ringwald
Gave hope to angsty teen girls
Where's my Jake Ryan?
Happy 32nd!
Oops... I meant "party." But I'm sure it was a fabulous "part" too.
Très bien cherie. Et; franchement, ton message sur mon blog était charmant. Je t'embrasse très forte.
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