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♫♪ Tra, la, la, laaahhhhh! ♫♪ October has arrived!

♪♫  La, la, la, la, laaaaaaaah . . . . me, me, me, MEEEEEEEEEEE! ♫♪ 
Happy birthmonth to me, 


Happy birthmonth to me,


Happy birthmonth Fenway Bartholomuuuuuuuuuuuule . . . 


Happy birthmonth to me! ♫♪ 





So, guys . . . today I googled "Fenway Birthday" and I found this cake designed in the fashion of a glorious pasture with crowd seating! It's as though the decorator, Joanne of www.amazingcakesbyjoanne.com, knew that I would become a blogger, and that my celebrity would grow to epic proportions. She's paying tribute to my future, a future in which I shall appear before a riotous throng of frenzied admirers. It's a beautiful dream! Joanne, thanks for thinking of it. 


Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule



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  1. BifOctober 3, 2010 at 4:54 PM

    Happy birthday, FB! I, personally, don't really have a known birthday. Mother doesn't celebrate any day for me, either. And I am afraid of googling Boyfriend birthday. But I am SO glad your FW noted your birthday... I'm sure you got some extra carrots out of the deal?

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  2. Marnie JacksonOctober 4, 2010 at 8:52 AM

    FarmWife is trying very hard not to increase my carrot rations while the goat is sick. You see, it used to be that I would see her three or four times daily and that she would have a toothsome morsel for me at least two or three of those times. Now, I'm seeing her ten or twelve times a day and she has to practice conscious restraint in order not to give me nine or ten toothsome morsels each day. I am on the more voluptuous side of perfect, you know.

    And yes, Bif, I'd be careful about googling "Boyfriend birthday." I once suffered the consequences of google's auto-correction and was presented with the image results for a "male harness" search.

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  3. UnknownOctober 4, 2010 at 10:00 AM

    Fenway, I'm sorry I was unable to comment earlier. Happy Birthmonth. I shall celebrate in your honor with Puppykins and Luigi.

    Love,
    Jenn

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