My funny Apple Jack who turned 80 on Sunday!
My dear husband who is 34 today!
My sweet niece who will be 1 on Saturday!
Dan and I both found this little guy too cute to pass up, and we sent him as part of our package to little Katie.
What else am I celebrating?
A giant bag of yarn for me to knit into many, many little fishes! It's almost enough to make me forget that school starts next week, but not quite.
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Happy birthday to everyone.. and to me too ! (Mine's the 13th :))
January must have been a cold and sexy month ;)
And your birthday is very soon, Amanda. I was just looking at presents I should send you. I love you so much!
I still don't hEAR any thing about study. What am I sending you there for? It couldn't have been to get you out of our hair. We're very proud of you.
Love
Apple Mack
macks right...
(>^.^)><(^.^)><(^.^<)
...and ur right that thingymagige is cute!!!
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