Wish Uncle Enore A Gogglicious Birthday August 2nd

I know I’m late, but wanted to make sure that I wished you a Happy Birthday. I hope it was swell. I see that you goggled a lot of people too! Any chance you can goggle me?

I wasn’t around this past week and I missed your Birthday!!! I hope it was a really great one . . . from glancing at the other posts, I see you got lots of really nice gifts!! Woo Hoo!!!

Hope you had a very Hippie Birthday and that this next year brings you much love and -hippieness- happiness.

xoxo

A day late, but I hope it was great!

Yes, a day late… But better late than pregnant I always say.

Many many happy returns Uncle, my favoritist of the ole hippies :)

_{looky! I put goggles on him, just for you}

A very happy birthday to you. As you can see I am still wearing the goggles you gave me. I didn’t get you anything!

Enjoy the year –
Mary

The horse and mule live thirty years
And never knows of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at twenty die
Without a taste of scotch or rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done.
The dog at fifteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive three-score years and ten.
And some of us…though mighty few
Stay pickled ‘til we’re ninety-two.

Happy belated birthday to you my hippie Daddio!! XXXOOO

I figured you’d need some help cleaning up the mess from the party. So I sent her to help.

Some thoughts from for you on your birthday:

George Carlin’s View On Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. “How old are you?” “I’m four and a half!” You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. “How old are you?” “I’m gonna be 16!” You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED, we had to throw him out.

There’s no fun now, you’re just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . . and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; “I was JUST 92.”

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. “I’m 100 and a half!” May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

Uncle, i hope you have a wonderful birthday, full of all sorts of marvelous surprises and wishes-come-true!

and the hookers are all gone. So time to say good night, nurse.

Just in case you missed out, here’s a little pussy for you ;)

Happy Birthday, Unc. I hope that you had a great one, and I hope that I have the opportunity to wish you many more.