I know.
One of the kids in my class wrote me a letter. It said the following.
Dear Miss Osler,
You are the best techer i hav. I hop you have a good birthday. You are geting old. Ples get maried and so you can have babys. I think you are nis and butiful.
From,
Kelton
Really, he could have left the you are getting old part out. Nonetheless, it was a good birthday. My parents are ALWAYS gone on my birthday, and this year was no exception. My mom says that the reason she is always gone is because I came 2 months early and so she hasn't ever planned on being around for my birthday. I'll forgive her, I guess.
So, Kristin and the boys, Heather and Jason, Marianne and I all had a little party.
All in all, 32 isn't so bad.
I think I'm aging beautifully.
And I think I've still got time to have a few 'babys'
And for the record I totally blew out all the candles, and my wish may or may not have had something to do with the letter above.
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