Thirty-Wonderful!
This is a public thank-you to the Buckethead Clan for the very generous (and thoughtful!!!) birfday present. However, Buckethead may wish to avoid contact with Mrs. Johno for a while: in her words, you are "so dead!"
Between that gift and the homebrewing kit I bought myself with the rest of my birthday loot, I'd say I'm going straight to hell. See you all there.
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Happy Birthday! We should
Happy Birthday! We should invade a local Swabian's home and swap alcoholic beverages.
Happy Birthday! I am glad
Happy Birthday! I am glad that you enjoyed your gift, and as an aside to Mrs. Johno: I would never have thought to gift that particular gift had not your wonderful husband come up with the idea in the first place. I didn't do the dreaming, I just made the dream come true.
NDR - invade a German's home?
NDR - invade a German's home? How very eyeforaneyeful of you! Also, a brilliant idear.
B, she knows it was my idea in the first place. You're what we call an "enabler." An enabler.
Birthday best, sir.
Birthday best, sir.
And she'll get over any misplaced ire at B. Eventually.
I say that not because I know her (sadly, I don't) but because, well, come on! How effing mad could she possibly be? It's not like he shipped you a Russian bride, right?
Patton, in some ways what I
Patton, in some ways what I sent him was worse than a Russian Bride. Though I imagine that she'd have been pissed about that, too.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
Do you celebrate birthdays from previous lives as well, or just the current one?
Happy B-D Johno.
Happy B-D Johno.
(I obviously don't know the whole story here, but it seems to me that the Ministry is basically a pack of lunatics...)
Patton, the gift in questions
Patton, the gift in questions was SHO MUCH BETTER than a Russian bride! Check yr email for details. Suffice to say, it was crass, funny, and my idea in the first place. Which would explain my loving wife's ire.
He's an "enabler."
For the uninitiated, the gift in question was a custom t-shirt bearing a slogan I came up with a while ago as a gag that is somewhat more crass, and a bunch more funnny, than, say "No Fat Chicks."
GL, I only celebrate verifiable birthdates. If 2000 years of scholars can't do better for my previous life's birthday than "probably not December, and probably not the 25th," I figure I may as well leave it alone.