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"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
Your mom has the same birthday as Manuel Garcia O'Kelly-Davis.I guess I get kinda geeky towards the end of a night shift...
Mom left Paris on Monday, therefore the Bastille Day (Fete De La Nationale) was held in a pouring rain. (The city cried)Also, the President's garden party was canceled. They say it was done as a symbolic austerity measure, but I know they canceled the garden party because mom would not be there. Carla was relieved; she hates having someone receiving more attention than she receives.
Mom and I are glad to know that your terrible headache is in the past.
Bastille day always gives me the headache too.
Your mother stormed the bastille?Explains SO much.
It was my wife's birthday also; of course she is old enough to be your mom.
Bon anniversaire Mere!Best,McVee
Thanks. Now I have Rush's "Bastille Day" stuck in my head...Then again, there are worse songs...
'Twas said that there is no sin in Paris on Bastille Day. Most anything goes. That was indeed a wondrous concept for a 22-year-old GI to contemplate.So, "Don't just sit there and contemplate! Act!"And so I did. One of those "When in Rome..." deals, I guess.Art
My Mom's birthday too. Small world . . . .
No, it is celebration of MY birthday!
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