@}–}— * Happy Birthday, Mom! * —{–{@
Love you!
Justin may not be able to make your birthday dinner tonight; apparently, the statewide FIRE BAN doesn’t apply to his workplace, as they seem to generate ‘fires’ of mythic proportions at will — whose will, I’m not altogether certain. Perhaps Mount Wannahockaloogie (of “Finding Nemo” fame,) needs a fresh sacrifice? I’ve got my hands around Justin’s ankles, so with luck Justin won’t be said sacrifice!
Anyway, I will be there bearing (the happier portion of) his spirit… and, perhaps, his shoes. 
-=< [{ HUGS }]>=-
(I never was that great at ASCII art; I stole the ASCII “roses” in the subject line from an eBay seller. :))
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Shannon said,
January 12, 2006 @ 3:00 pm
Damn. I was just joking about the “fresh sacrifice” thing… I didn’t hear until later that someone Jus and I both know had “been let go” from the company today. {sigh}