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happy 33rd birthday to me


for my 33rd birthday today, my lovely wife made me this sweet ipod cake. if any of you know of my love affair with my ipod, you'll know that this is an appropriate cake for me. however, my ipod hasn't really been working recently, as it only keeps it charge for about 3 songs before it dies. not to mention that i can't fit any more music on it without cutting a bunch of music out. which i don't want to do.

and so my gift from shannon (other than the yummy crab cake dinner she made me) was a new ipod. thank you, shannon! i will be rockin' out to even more tunes soon! thanks for all the birthday wishes over at facebook. you guys are the best.

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you have the best wife ever! but might i make a suggestion... never ever put your ipod in the seat pocket in front of you on an airplane. ask scott about that and his lack of an ipod ;-)

happy birthday my friend, i hope it was a blessed day!

Karen
Cotter said…
Happy Birthday, Greg! And might I say, that's an excellent shirt. Cheers!
Rebecca said…
That is the coolest cake ever. Your wife is awesome!

Oh, and Happy Birthday!
Crafty P said…
Love the cake! Shannon Rocks! Glad to see your birthday was fabulous! What is this facebook you speak of? ha!

aw, my word verification is "bless"!
NJ Grandma said…
Belated Happy Birthday Greg - great job on the cake Shannon. The boys are getting so big and I just laughed so hard with Jack's response to the toothpaste on the toothbrush. ~Gail~
cathyq said…
Greg, Happy belated. I'm sorry I didn't get to see this until today. You are truly blessed with Shannon and your boys; just like we are blessed to have you as our son. Many, Many, Many more.
stella g. said…
so now big is the memory on this ipod. big enough, i hope. great cake. very you.
mary said…
so i read this blog again because mom and dad said that you told everybody that you got a new Ipod on it...and so i read it again...and it is ambiguous whether or not she actually got you a real ipod...or just an ipod cake. so i felt better for not knowing that you got an actual ipod! glad you did :)

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