Happy Birthday, Frau. May the road rise to meet you and may it not be covered with ice. May the sun be at your back, but not in your eyes as it glares off the snow. May the song of a thousand humpback whales lull you to sleep. And may all the Akron jackasses decide to be self reliant today. Love, Fig
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Thanks Fig! I admit to chuckling heartily at several of your comments lately!
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