Today is my forty-sixth (I think) birthday and much to my surprise, someone sent out some sneaky e-mails and caused a H-U-G-E dust-up in the blog family.
That person shall remain nameless because I do not want to encourage this bad behavior.
I certainly appreciate the effort, though. Lemme see if I can hit everyone back on the link-love, too.
Christina called my MOM and got a danged photo.
Basil, the only blogger that I have actually met in person, joined in on the roast.
Red has got a flaming Flyin' V!
The Mayor pulled out the poetry pen. (A dude wrote another dude a poem? Canadians.)
Speaking of Canadians, Right Girl offers No Pants Friday spankings.
HOLY. LORD. DANG.
Staci has a great photo of my boy and me that she 'shopped for me. (Seriously, if you had seen the photo before Staci fixed it for me, you would have said, "Hey, I love a good steak with a baked potato!")
Skunkfeathers joins in on the ribbing, too.
The Starkvegas Boogie adds to the fun!
Just so you know, this little thing has outranked the shampoo guy's birthday in June on Teh Google.
And to all the folks on FAILbook that have chimed in, thanks to y'all, very much.
(If I missed someone, it was not on purpose, I have a sick Ball and Chain today, so I made her a pie.)
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