My tiny girleen is 32 31 [This is the first time I’ve lost track.] Look how she used to be (with my daddy):
Times have changed. Dad is dead and she’s all gwown up:
Here is a birthday card that Bul made for me to give to her:
Here she is performing for me, for a radio series I was working on. I don’t have a big version of this one:
Happy birthday, my very own Rainbow Fur Baldy Hairy. Sorry I can’t call you. Get your damned self hooked up to Google chat!
Love,
Mama Ginna