The twins sang it to you several times throughout the day.
Like, when they would normally just speak about you or ask after you, today, they would add a synchronized, impromptu, Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ...
Asher and I, we spoke about you all day as well.
How you were.
How you are.
How is school.
How is work.
Yes, I like him too. Yes, he is very, very nice. Yes. Yes. Yes. All of that. Yes.
We ate cajun barbecued sliced brisket sandwiches and drank rootbeer and orange crush. The twins kept talking about a cake, but they can't drive and I didn't want to, so ... no cake.
smile.
Happy BeeDay, Mo.
Like, when they would normally just speak about you or ask after you, today, they would add a synchronized, impromptu, Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ...
Asher and I, we spoke about you all day as well.
How you were.
How you are.
How is school.
How is work.
Yes, I like him too. Yes, he is very, very nice. Yes. Yes. Yes. All of that. Yes.
We ate cajun barbecued sliced brisket sandwiches and drank rootbeer and orange crush. The twins kept talking about a cake, but they can't drive and I didn't want to, so ... no cake.
smile.
Happy BeeDay, Mo.
4 comments:
Aw c'mon, give em a break!
only brake for me, sorry :)
Your twins remind me of our twin grandsons.
One of them berated my wife on a visit, saying,
"You knowd we was coming
Grandma, and you didn't
make a cake!"
Grandmas are pushovers.
She just laughed and made a cake.
That is awesome! I think everyone should have a set or two of twins. Don't you? And, how lucky are you to be married to such a pushover as Grandma GoodCake. Thank you for your feedback. Comments thrill me to pieces. Peace, Love, Amie.
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