Those moments of bent reality where Spawn's sheer existence, her
very soul, was in question this past year have grown further
apart. She's a resilient little sprite and clearly clever beyond
her years. As a result, Vegas Odds makers lost a wad yet again.

I awoke quickly. Eyes wide and energy driving my limbs into
motion, I flipped the covers to the bed back and silently wove my
way through the darkened halls and over creaking stairs. I checked
my watch: 0257. "Lots of time," I grumbled.

I waited outside her room quietly waiting as my watch beeped its
am zenith.

I flicked the light and bellowed... "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

Spawn shot up blearily staring at me, "I'm awake. I'm awake..."

"I see you are! By the way, hippo birdie."

"'Hippo birdie?' I'm not a hippo or a birdie!"

"How about a song then?"

"Okay."

"Happy birthday to you.
You live in a zoo.
You look like a monkey
Hair all wild,
And, worse,
you smell like one too."

"You keep changing it. I still like it! Can we sing it at my real
birthday tonight?"

"Mom-mom and Pah-puh don't appreciate my humor. Mommy definitely
doesn't..." I grinned.

"It's my birthday! She can lump it," she grinned back. "Love you.
G'night."

Happy birthday again Spawn. It's been a ride.

The Ranger

The Ranger wrote:
>
> Those moments of bent reality where Spawn's sheer existence, her
> very soul, was in question this past year have grown further
> apart. She's a resilient little sprite and clearly clever beyond
> her years. As a result, Vegas Odds makers lost a wad yet again.
>
> I awoke quickly. Eyes wide and energy driving my limbs into
> motion, I flipped the covers to the bed back and silently wove my
> way through the darkened halls and over creaking stairs. I checked
> my watch: 0257. "Lots of time," I grumbled.
>
> I waited outside her room quietly waiting as my watch beeped its
> am zenith.
>
> I flicked the light and bellowed... "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
>
> Spawn shot up blearily staring at me, "I'm awake. I'm awake..."
>
> "I see you are! By the way, hippo birdie."
>
> "'Hippo birdie?' I'm not a hippo or a birdie!"
>
> "How about a song then?"
>
> "Okay."
>
> "Happy birthday to you.
> You live in a zoo.
> You look like a monkey
> Hair all wild,
> And, worse,
> you smell like one too."
>
> "You keep changing it. I still like it! Can we sing it at my real
> birthday tonight?"
>
> "Mom-mom and Pah-puh don't appreciate my humor. Mommy definitely
> doesn't..." I grinned.
>
> "It's my birthday! She can lump it," she grinned back. "Love you.
> G'night."
>
> Happy birthday again Spawn. It's been a ride.
>
> The Ranger

Many returns of the day to Spawn - may she haunt you ever more ;>

Sky

--
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Ultimate Kitchen Rule -- Cook's Choice

"The Ranger" > wrote in message
...
>
> Happy birthday again Spawn. It's been a ride.
>
> The Ranger
>

Well, I for one appreciate you humor.

And those that don't can lump it.

MJB

On Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:29:39 -0600, "MJB" >
rummaged among random neurons and opined:

>
>"The Ranger" > wrote in message
...
>>
>> Happy birthday again Spawn. It's been a ride.
>>
>> The Ranger
>>
>
>Well, I for one appreciate you humor.
>
>And those that don't can lump it.

Double ditto. The Ranger's posts often nudge a memory loose of a scene
from my own kids' growing up. Both the post and the memory draw a
smile.

OB: The DH has been on a business trip to Chicago the last few days
and is going to be treated to one of his favorite dinners upon his
return tomorrow night - plain old southern fried chicken with
appropriate accompaniments, buttermilk biscuits, corn on the cob,
creamed spinach and peach pie.

Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd

--
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."

-- Duncan Hines

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