The birthday week is here. I am mentally preparing for the actual day. I predict it will be fun. Rob will be off Wed-Fri so he won't be too tired on my day to celebrate, he hinted to a surprise cake. Lets reflect back on the day I actually came to America (New Years Eve '76). I have for most of my life considered both dates to be my birthday. Especially since Mum and Dad would give me a gift on 12/31 each year. Most of you will recall that I was holding a little yellow rose in my hands that faithful day. You can't even see me in the blanket, too small. I guess that is when Dad started calling me peanut, I practically was.
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