My Honey was born.
At least we think she was. A few years ago, she tried to file her taxes online and the IRS rejected the filing. When she called to find out why, they told her that her birthday was November 13th, not November 15th. Being the investigative type, she called her mother. "Did you check you birth certificate?" When Honey pushed the issue, her mother said she was "pretty sure" that she had, in fact, been born on the 15th.
Ever since we've celebrated Honey's "social security birthday" and her "real birthday." Today is the latter.
I wasn't even in the world when this great day happened. But when good days happen, they happen. And this particular November 15th (maybe the 13th) was a good day, indeed.
So, Happy birthday, sweet Honey of mine. Thanks for being born.
4 comments:
Aw, weren't nothin'. I hardly even remember it, the effort of being born. Thanks for celebrating me!
I too am very pleased that your father planted his seed in your mother all those years ago...
Okay, okay, that was wrong. Bad Wen. Good Scout. Great day.
two birthdays = more presents.
happy birthday Scout.
lmao at Wen.
Happy birthday to Honey. May you enjoy many more. :)
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