Smurphy, the brithday gnome (who's a bit of a dag) wrote: <<And guess what -- a little kookaburra told me it's Hell's birthday! So if you're waiting to wish our beloved Helen a happy birthday tomorrow, that will be too late because she's actually celebrating right now! >>
Crikey Dick, Bob! Well, blow me down! Forgive me, but I'm two sammies short of a picnic today. Anyway, it *is* Hell's birthday, but she's still asleep. It's still a sparrow fart in New Zealand right now, so when you wake up Hell, H A P P Y H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y!!!!! I can't wait to see you next month at Jonifest, so rattle your dags and pack your bags. You'll have plenty of time to give your ferret a run before the big bun-fight. :~) so Bob's your uncle (that means "there ya go"), cheerio, xoxo Jimmy
