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I’m home. I survived ten days in the Big City of Toronto… barely, and my brother is officially a married dude… barely.
I spent five days being sick, my brother got food poisoning, his fiancée was in a constant state of panic and hate until she got sick the day before the wedding.
But the wedding itself was fun and very chaotic, and hardly anyone got sick at all… and I’ll write all about it once I recover my equilibrium.
I’ll also write a lot about meeting two of my favourite bloggers.
…and it was my birthday this past Wednesday. But that’s okay, because apparently thirty-nine is the new fourteen.
Jesus. I’m thirty-nine.
Hey, at least you aren’t 40! 🙂
Happy Birthday. Now go to sleep!
Happy Happy Belated Birthday! Can’t wait to hear about the Toronto adventures!
Happy birthday. I turned that number earlier in the year.
it’s over, and now it begins… the funniest thing I’ve heard all week was… “was I bitchy this week?” oh my god! I was rolling on the floor laughing my ass off!
oh well, nothing to do now but pay the bills.
G, I missed you! Happy belated birthday! I’m older than you by a year and a few months. I don’t feel 40 on the inside.
Happy Belated Berfday! Speaking of Canadian cities….I’m going to Montreal for a week this summer and am super excited!
I’m still sleeping, but thanks everyone for the birthday wishes… and Clare you don’t look forty on the outside either.
Little Brother… congratulations on getting the wedding together and making sure everyone had a great time.
Montreal for a week in the summer is going to be an awesome trip Esther. I was born there, but don’t get to visit nearly often enough. Two things: the legal drinking age is eighteen and Old Montreal is spectacular to hang out in during the afternoon.
happy belated birthday, dude! yep, i’m still alive. i’ve made it to 40 and i have to say it doesn’t feel much worse than 39. 41 may be even better.
Happy Birthday! That’s yet another present I owe you. Hope you had a good one.
Just so you know I’ve shut puddlejumping and opened JennyLove
Have managed to sell 2 stories this week and have another in the pipeline so thought it was time I use my blog to be “more proffessional”. Have lifted a pile of the content over though so really it’s just the name that’s changed.
Might even inspire me to write a bit more in the thing?
Hope you are well. Sound like you’ve had a busy time of things. Take it easy big guy and make sure you let yourself recover. (I know you know this but hey…)
Happy belated birthday. Speaking as a forty year old it’s not so bad getting older. I keep getting more immature, go figure.
Thanks Bine, and thanks for letting me know you’re still alive. I’ve been worried about you…
PUDDLE!!! stop deleting your freaking blogs. Congratulations on selling and publishing your pieces, that’s a fantastic thing.
Thanks bipolarlife… so far the general consensus is forty is worth living through, but if I get anymore immature my chromosomes will start splitting.
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