So I had a birthday last week. I'm 27, in case you were interested. Yes, I had the Awesome Teenager when I was ten. And a half.
My Lovely Husband gave me a drawing tablet- which I am totally in love with. So the next few posts will be lite on the text and heavy on the pics and handwriting kinda vibe.
John has been very lonely for years now, so he was heaps chuffed to see George. And the Blue Meanie. John said, "Dude, I'm glad it's you and not Paul. I love him and all, but did you see him at the Olympics? He's like that awkward uncle who thinks he's down with the young folks. And who looks a little like a middle aged lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with that..."