Since, um, we last spoke, I have:
- Blown (careful, now) my Rudolph-red nose 7,829 times
- Sneezed 1,645 times.
- Slept 22.34 hours (but most of that in the last two days, aided by Benadryl; doing better, thank you)
- Celebrated the anniversary of my (premature; of course!) birth (December 18; yeah, not just Pawlie Kokonuts, but also the birth anniversary of Keith Richards, Steven Spielberg, Ray Liotta, Katie Holmes, Christina Aguilera, Steve Biko, Betty Grable, um, Keith Piper, et alia, but not Soren Kierkegaard; oh, I forgot Brad Pitt; must've been insecure sharing the klieg lights with him; also Ty Cobb, Paul Klee, DT Suzuki, too)
- Been treated to a luscious gourmet dinner for said anniversary
- Received a total of eight books (6.5 for my birthday anniversary); one set of Rothko notecards; one tin of shortbread cookies (Crabtree & Evelyn)
- Coordinated the writing, pricing, and distribution of two corporate proposals potentially worth a couple hundred thousand dollars, equal to about 25 euros, give or take
Carry on.
As you were.
7 comments:
Well Happy Birthday - and unhappy nose blowing. Mine is so sore. I empathise.
Puss
Keith Richards has made it this long, that shocks me. =o)
Happy belated birthday, Pawlie!
Bon anniversaire, mon ami.
You are my ami, non?
I am also a child of December. :-D
Hoping you feel better soon, Rudolph Jr.
Have a wonderful Christmastide ~
Puss,
Thanks n Boots.
Christy,
Yes, wonders never cease, eh?
BC,
Danke schoen.
Patti,
Feeling better; yes, vous est mon amie; oui, better; happy BD 2U2.
PK
Happy happy returns of the day!
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