... is the less good news of this day. It's my birthday. 71 years ago he invaded Poland. 23 years ago I invaded a hospital room in Greensboro, NC (also my mom and dad's hearts, you know, standard oxytocin love). 48 years after the Feuer did his thing, I did mine. That's 48 years between invasions. 4+8= 12. 12 is the number of perfection, completion and government. I pay my taxes. Long story... long, it's gonna be a great year. You know how i know reader? No you say? I'll tell you. This is what Anthropologie (not to be confused with anthropologY; the study of humanity... not just mine...) informed me of upon opening the first email of my Birth Day:
"An unbridled September... New Horizons... give rise to a month without reins."
I'll take that. And you should too. It's gonna be a hot one folks, but hey, someone invented the slip and slide. We can all rest assure, eat cake and thank God that Hitler is dead and Poland is still cranking out sausages.
Affectionately and Joyously,
Hannah(blog)
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