The Day I Was Born
Yesterday, March 28, was my 43rd birthday. My mother reminded me today that the night I was born, she had a fever dream in which she roamed the streets surrounded by LeSeur green peas wearing French gendarme uniforms.
No wonder I turned out this way!
Love you, Mom.
posted by Stuart Shea at 12:27 PM
8 Comments:
Happy birthday, Stu!
2:25 PM, March 29, 2006
Happy Birthday, Stu!
PS, love the previous item about Molly Putz. At least they didn't get caught doing Chico Escuela bits while Sammy Sosa was at bat during the All Star home run contest -- like some dudes did a couple of years ago.
4:48 PM, March 29, 2006
Belated happy birthday, Gramps.
Jonathan (41.5)
8:28 AM, March 30, 2006
happy birthday, stu! i'd never think you were forty-three. FIFTY-three, maybe, but not forty-three. har har. ;)
8:29 AM, March 31, 2006
HAPPY RIDICULOUSLY LATE BIRTHDAY STU!
may this be your best year ever!
love from brooklyn,
florence :D
8:19 AM, April 02, 2006
Happy Birthday, Stu!
from one goofy Aries to another.
I just passed that 40 mark myself last Wednesday.
oooooh boy. look out!
-Amy
10:34 AM, April 03, 2006
Stu,
Happy belated! I hope all is well back there in Chicago. Things here in NY are going pretty well.
You taking any trips out here to cover the Amazing or the Bombers? I have yet to check out any baseball around here except when the Cubs played the Yanks last year...my loyalty (stubborn devotion) will not die, no matter how it deserves to.
Anyhow, I hope things are treating you alright. Drop a line if you are going to be east-coastin' it anytime soon.
Regards,
Dave Dillon
11:05 AM, April 05, 2006
Remember after 40 you can just say I'm 40ish. It is time to lie about your age, you will feel younger.
10:52 AM, April 28, 2006
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