Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
Three of the most intimate men in my life are Roberts. All three were born in November; two of them were born on the same date: today, the twenty-eighth day. Either of said pair will fancy themselves a grammarian or noter of wordage spelt rightly or not rightly, relatively and apropos by estimation of respective, educational expectations.
This is of course.
Happy birthdays, Roberts
I hope the three dread intimate Roberts will appreciate your tribute to them. If so, they may also appreciate if you rake your fingernails across a chalkboard the next time you see them, too.
Posted by: TokyoTom at November 28, 2007 03:03 AMThanks, Froz. And a happy birthday to the Robert in your house as well. I began my 39th birthday this morning by getting a cracked filling replaced, then coming home to stay with a vomity, feverish baby. The party never stops!
Posted by: apostropher at November 28, 2007 09:30 AMFacebook told me it was your birthday!
Happy Birthday!!!
Posted by: NCProsecutor at November 28, 2007 10:01 AMHappy Birthday, Apostropher and other like-named people unknown to me!
Posted by: Clownęsthesiologist at November 28, 2007 10:22 AMThe party never stops!...
Well, when the baby goes down for a nap, have a seat and treat yourself: maybe get a head start on your 2007 taxes.
Posted by: froz gobo at November 28, 2007 10:34 AMHappy Birthday to the Roberts and the Iraq, such as.
Posted by: drfranklives at November 28, 2007 01:25 PMOtanjoubi omedetou gozaimasu!
And happy one less day before Bush-Cheney are gone day, too.
Posted by: TokyoTom at November 29, 2007 01:52 AMHappy everything and all the best 'til the next one
Posted by: waldo at November 29, 2007 09:52 AM