I woke Gary up this morning.
"Good morning," I cooed.
Okay, that is a lie.
"Your stupid blackberry is making that stupid noise again," I snarled.
"Good morning!" he chirped. "It's my birthday month!"
And so it begins again.
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Happy Birthday Month, Gary!
Posted by: Friend #3 | March 01, 2007 at 11:04 PM
Gah! Not a Pisces!
Posted by: Becs | March 02, 2007 at 05:25 AM
I'm not clear on if he's a Picses or a Taurus. His mom was confused for years since all she remember was he was born on the First Day of Spring. SO, some years it was the 20th, and some the 21st. That's on the cusp of the astrological sign, so he got a lot of incorrect mugs and zodiac dreck.
Posted by: TheQueen | March 02, 2007 at 07:52 AM
So, if I remeber right from last year, this is the month in which Gary decides he no longer has to do anything, right? You basically, become the slave to the birthday month. The good news is, you won't be home for the entire last week of the month. You can thank me later!
Posted by: Catherine (redheaded one) | March 02, 2007 at 11:27 AM