Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
Happy Birthday, Dad – you old fuzzer*!!!
I hope you enjoy those lovely Cd’s that arrived oh-so-fortuitously the day before your birthday which I bedecked with the festive bow . The fact that you chose them, ordered them and purchased them for yourself is not particularly germane, right? At least it’s not like those Christmases when I wrapped up all the Cd’s that I’d borrowed from you over that particular year and then gave them to you as a present (ha – that was FUNNY).
Here I offer you carrots with which to make your most favourite kind of cake:
TrÚs chic carrots, yes? AND they are much better than these:
And there’s THIS one:
I do not believe that vegetables should have the power to gawk at one NOR should they be able to ogle AND saunter about under their own power. Well, I guess potatoes can have “eyes,” but they should not be able to stare at anyone.
Oh. And you shall not have THIS cake, notwithstanding the lovely pineapple, because it has SATAN’S EVEYBALLS all over it. Ewww.
Anyhoo, Happiest of Happy Days, Dad. I love you!
AND MANY, MANY MORE!!!
*That is HIS expression, not mine.
Kate
March 7th, 2007 at 10:15 pm
My Dad sent me an email thanking me for the “card” – I’m not sure he understands he’s actually plastered on the WWW – and the “..mosaic carrot cake with low calories.”
Mosaic! That’s the word I was so desperately trying to remember!
Hmm. “With low calories…” As opposed to REAL carrots which are so FAT-LADEN and chock-full of CALORIES?
Wait – he didn’t read the entry carefully and I didn’t read his email very thoroughly. I gave him cyber CARROTS and he was thanking me for carrot CAKE.
Double duh.
Her Noble Excellency Pip the Indecisive of Mousehole by Sea
March 8th, 2007 at 11:39 am
As for the oggling and mobility and speach capabilities, did you think during this of the feelings of the Swedish cheif and his associate vocal and oggler possesing produce? Shame on you.
Happy Birthday oh entertaining Sir who will probably never actually read this blog.
~singing~ “This is your Birthday song! It isn’t very long! HEH!”
I was going to say something else… but I forgot…. I BLAME YOU!~ …Oh… and I am liberating these vegetables *sets them free* Bee FREEEE Be FREEEE. And watch out for the bunnies I liberated last Saturday!
Oh. You should hear something entertaining. So Bekah, William, Grandpa and I were playing pool, or billards tuesday and we were having lots of fun, and Bekah and I were winning by the way, although it didn’t help that grandpa kept putting our stripes in the hole the first while.
He went over to Bekah and said somthing like “Qween Bekah,” And she leaned over and said very calmly and regally “Its Emperess.”
“Oh.” He said very gravely nodding his head a bit. It may not sound all that funny but if you had seen the faces and delivery you were agree on its memerable value.