Happy birthday! I hope the year brings you smiles every day.
It’s Puck. He will be happy to share.
And real bacon is gross. You can have mine.
I recall Nash’s shortest poem, “Fleas”: Adam had ‘em.
Brilliant! Imagine the size of the light bulb when someone gets an idea!
Atta boy, Charlie Brown! I had no idea you were so avant-garde. I thought Linus was the master snow sculptor.
The smile, the wink, the at’cha gesture belie their words. Just imagine if one was lost or hurt.
Charlie Brown is a Leo!
We’ll miss you and look forward to seeing you again soon. Good luck with everything.