For my nephew's birthday, one family member called him at 8:30 a.m. to wish him happy birthday. She woke him up. I wanted to call him before the day was over but it was 11:30 p.m. when things slowed down enough to call. I crossed my fingers and hoped he'd have his phone off if he was sleeping and I could leave him a voicemail but I also woke him up to wish him happy birthday. I was so embarrassed about being his second birthday wakeup call that I couldn't even belt out a long and loud version of happy birthday like I usually do. I hope he can wait for that until next year.
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- Jill Footey
- I'm a 3000 pound muscular woman with purple hair, a love for hula-hooping, and a passion for crispy pickles. I do occasionally cry over spilled milk, which should explain the picture.
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