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You say it's your birthday, na, na, na, na, na, na


Today is Brad's birthday. We have been eating and celebrating all weekend. Last night I was on my laptop blogging and apparently so was he. He has a blog that he uses to test out different templates etc...so imagine my delight when I realized that he has actually posted a few things.

Were we a match made in heaven or what?!

Read this post. Its about me so of course its charming.

Comments

Hazen5 said…
Yay, I am the first blogger to give you birthday greetings! Happy Birthday Brad! What is Heather making for dinner?
Nortorious said…
Happy Birthday Bloggin' Brad.
Brad will you be attending Blogapalooza? Happy Birthday...I hope you enjoy a shake at the Purple Turtle on your special day.
Christy said…
So happy you visited my blog! Hello to you too! I have to comment that I can't imagine my husband blogging - he avoids the computer at home like the plague - says he has to use it too much at work. Poor hubby - if only he knew what fun they could be.
Jessica G. said…
Hey, remember when you left you blog editor on and Brad added "Ghost Rider" under your list of favorite movies? Yeah...just evening the score, there, buddy.
Tristan said…
You have a very cute blog too! How's the weather in PG? Cold?
Karen said…
So I went to brads fbiw and discovered I could NOT figure out how to leave a post. talk about mocking the family buisness. Im so ashamed

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