I'm pretty happy about my birthday this year, mainly cause I've got a major party this weekend, drinking absinthe and spending an extended period of time with a man who makes me insanely happy. I am counting the minutes until our 19th century debauchery re-enactment begins.
I also am damn happy this year because I've come through the fire and survived, and maybe even become a better person. I never thought I'd be saying this so soon - relatively speaking - but I am better. More than better, I am fine. I'm healed, quoi...
Thank you, Jesus. And everyone else who pulled me though this.
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Halleluah!! (c'est comme ca que ca s'ecrit?)
Ah ben alors je suis bien content pour toi ma cherie! Viens me faire un gros calin! :-)
Did i just speak french to you? ha!
Reading this post brought such a smile to my face! I'm glad to hear you're doing so well, my dear friend! And Happy Birthday!
P.S. Who's the fella?
Oui, Zen, c'est comme ca. Et oui, on parle francais ici de temps en temps. Merci pour les bons voeux.
And Sandy, the fella is my new fella. He's a doll. Sigh.
Many happy returns of the day, my darling. I hope you will follow this advice in the year ahead...in the words of Auntie Mame (quoted from the play of the same name): "Live, live, live!! Life is a banquet. And most poor sons of bitches are starving to death!'
Enjoy the year ahead.
Joyeux anniversaire!
OK, I remember enough high school french to understand what you and zen chef wrote to each other, but I'm not sure I got my "happy birthday" right. Is that how you say it?
Oui, Cheryl!! Et merci!!
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