And now, a birthday song for my dear twin.

[squeequeg]

*blows pitch pipe* Hmmm...mmmm...

Ahem.

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
I've got dibs on your kidneys,
Happy birthday to you!


A very happy natal day to sigerson, who is chilling up north at the moment. May she have a day full of beauty, complete with chipmunks on the terrace, finches at the window, great blue herons over the lake, and the call of the loon. No, wait, I'll be providing that last one later on.

Me, I'm four minutes older and infinitely wiser. Yeah baby.

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[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

The image of Mom having a panic attack over Harry Potter is a strange and compelling one. Now we just need to put wheels on the book.

And yes, I'll call when I've finished. I'll be up in New Hampshire that Friday and Saturday, though, so I won't be reading it right away. You'll have to repress the squee. (And don't tell me whether I've won the ten bucks, either.)