Another B-Day Cometh/Goeth

Hey, it’s Rey!

And you’ve also got JJ, having a great day!

You’ve got me, Linda, too, scooby-doo-oo!

Scooby-doo-oo?  Like what the <bleep>?

Listen, Rey, I can be cute, too.

That’s not cute, Lindy-Loo, it’s just peee-u.

Ha-ha.  You’re so not funny.

Uh-huh.  As the narrator of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, maybe I should take over, ladies. You two can continue that petty arguing outside—hey, don’t you dare, Cousin Reynalda!  Not one word.

Good, now that she’s buttoned those lips and is [begrudgingly] following her BFF into the yard, I just wanted to give a head’s up that there’s no post of note today.  The Boss has the day off—we gave it to her.  Birthdays come but once a year.

c73f0c0fa8f35c9fe580a4b5b9f2a8baShe doesn’t care much; as she said, “b-days cometh and goeth”. 

Still, it’s a special day, one where you can be a kid again if you so choose, eat [and/or drink] as much as you want, enjoy the day that’s just for you

Have at it, Boss!