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SURPRISE!!!!!!The Katz crew threw me the best birthday party EVER and I had no idea that it was even happening...well I had a little leak...but I had no idea it was this elaborate, wonderful, generous and loving. Thirty-six is off to a fabulous beginning!
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Karuna said…
Happy birthday, fairy godmother!
i love you.I'm glad you had a wonderful celebration.
I miss you.
love,
Karuna
March 8, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Wind said…
Yey!!! I am so glad that you were celebrated!!! Why weren't we invited? I love you. Thirty-six sure never looked better, that's the truth!
March 10, 2010 at 12:21 AM
Profound ~Odysseus~ Alchemy said…
Congrats..!

Did that book make it there?

I never got a notification from amazon..
March 10, 2010 at 10:31 PM
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