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It was a hot hot sort of day.
A run through the sprinkler
wait for the sun to fade out
blazing through the grass and scorching sort of day.
A chat with grandma
and now we know why people blow their candles out instead of suck them in.
Happy Birthday, Simon. We love you despite your candle-blowing-out deficiencies.
29 June 2013 | Permalink
No sprinklers needed here . The heavens have opened again and I'm more worried about growing mould .
Perhaps by the time Birthday Boy's a bit older and has earned a few more candles , he'll have worked out how to do it ?
29 June 2013 at 23:36
He still has a bit of kid in him, and that is a very good thing:).
It is so hot here in texas. It feels like 102 with the humidity. No moee rain for a few more days. Its seems like its been forever. Keep on keeping cool!:)
Christina Gomez |
30 June 2013 at 15:22
Happy Birthdy, Simon!
"May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers,
half-truths and superficial relationships,
so that you may live deep within your heart.
May God bless you with anger at injustice,
oppression, and exploitation of people,
so that you may wish for justice, freedom and peace.
And may God bless you with enough foolishness
to believe that you can make a difference in this world,
so that you can do what others claim cannot be done."
30 June 2013 at 16:39
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