Let me be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday, Bill! Whether we call you Chief, or SugarButtons, or Twitchy Bill, or Bigfoot, we'll try not to call you late-for-dinner.
The Castle Kitties love you - and wish for you a happy day :-)
My gift for you is a nice suit, since you need to be able to dress nicely for those "don't embarrass us" functions ... heh!
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[sticking this addendum on because I *can* ...]
Awwww, thanks, kids -- beats a CARE package, in my book.
'Nother incipient power failure, so I'm doing this by candlelight
*whap!* Owwwwwww!
Okay, okay -- *not* doing this by candlelight.
A quick update before the short-term memory loss kicks in:
The way things are looking over here, I'll need a bunch of GAs lookin' like this. What I've actually got is --
And it's my turn to give *you* a present. In keeping with John's fascination with Stuff You See In The 'Stan, here's a more modern Whatziss for ya,,,
Well, I *told* you it was a present, didn't I? We now return control of this blog to --- uhhhhh -- hmmmmm -- yeah, "control" is kind of a silly notion, in this place...
-- Bill
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And *also* because I can...
Here, Bill. Pick out some decent body armor that fits. My treat. -the Armorer
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