Seventy!

Happy Birthday to meeeee! 

I’ve written this post on Sunday. (How strange it is to write this post, which I’ll publish in the future, in past tense rather than present tense.) And now I lost my thread of thought because that parenthetical thought took a while to get the words in order. Only thing I can do then is to sing it again and sing it louder.

Happy Birthday to meeee! 

Seventy years ago, Big Baby me was born. Whoot! Whoot! Whoot!