Thursday, November 30, 2006

Thoughts on turning 34


I have a cold, and I think I'm going to die. Oh well. 34 is a ripe old age.

If I choke to death on snot, tell my wife I love her.

Happy Lloydmas everyone. (I was planning to write a Lloydmas carol for this blog entry, but I don't have the energy. I had a few lines figured out already. It would have ended with "Jesus! Lloyd at thy birth".)


Pumpkin Noggin said...

Happy B day, youngster.

Caroline said...

Go Sagittariuses of the world!!

Happy Birthday.

"Jesus, Lloyd at thy birth!"


Rebecca said...

Happy Birthday, Lloyd. Here's your birthday horoscope courtesty of the NY Post:

"There will be times over the next 12 months when your passions get the better of you and later you may look back and wish you had not been quite so extreme in your affections. But it's all good experience and, just as importantly, it's a lot of fun as well - and that's something you can never have too much of."


Black Policy said...

Happy Birf-day Lloyd....

"Lloydie-you're doing a heck of a job!"

Gunfighter said...

Happy Birthday, Lloyd!

I hope you feel better soon.


Tanya said...

Happy Belated Lloyd!

Janet said...

Happy Belated Birthday, Lloyd! I was on vacation; that's my excuse. Didn't I write you a Lloydmas carol some years ago? Unfortunately I never saved any of those so it is probably lost in cyberspace. Sad, that.