So, a little birdie told me it was your birthday ...

Okay, it wasn't a birdie, per se, but instead a little info box in your OS profile. Either way it is your birthday (or at least close enough for government work).

I tried to grow a garden, so that I could give you a bouquet, but my black thumb once again foiled my plans. To my thumb I say, "Hrmph!"

 

 Let me try this again ...

Well, it's getting there ... still a bit limp.

I give up. What I am trying to say is this: happy birthday Teddy/Theo/Theodora!

We saw you as a ho in HelLA. We are experiencing life with you and the wonderpups and the stompy, stompy woman above you. And are now seeing you in the red glasses doing stand up. This year has stripped you bare, but really? That's a good thing.

Follow that ancient history. And the current.

I, for one, love to hear it. (Even if I don't comment or rate. But I *DO* read.)

Happy birthday woman. Many more to come for you! Love, love, and lvoe.  :)

And my animal menagerie says, "Mreow! Meow! Woof!"