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My little girl has quite the silly sense of humor. She picked out this card for my birthday today.
It's one of those "sound effects" cards. So when I opened it and saw this:
I also heard this:
On the plus side she got me a really cool J-E-T-S trash can for my office.
UPDATE 08 Jun 2010 15:28:
Not to be outdone, Tammy sent me this JibJab gem on Facebook:
Is that sick, or what?
PS to Russ — all I want for my birthday is an Anna Little win in NJ-6. Oh, and Chuck Devore to score an upset in CA, and Nikki Haley to hit 50.1% in SC. On the Dem side, here's hoping Arkansas Lt. Gov. Bill Halter and the nutroots pull a Ned Lamont on incumbent Senator Blanche Lincoln.
That's not asking too much, is it?
UPDATE 08 Jun 2010 21:16:
TrogloPundit sends his peculiar brand of greetings and felicitations.
Happy birthday, Chris. You don't look a day over sixty.
Which is good, because sixty is far away, in the future, like when Barack Obama is but a distant memory and Happy Days are Here Again.
Get off my lawn.
Lawn? Dude, you're in freakin' Wisconsin. Your lawn is a bare patch under the snow melt which emerges in mid-August and is buried again during the first blizzard of September. Not that my lawn is anything to write home about. If it's green, it grows, that's my motto. After a few beers the weeds start to look good.
UPDATE 09 Jun 2010 08:54:
Fishersville Mike sends his greetings but is wary of approaching the throne...
Posted at 14:26 by Chris Wysocki
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