Happy Birthday Guest Blogger Tiff!

By Jeanne Marie Hoffman / 8 March 2013 / 1 comment

Of all days to do it, my significant other scooped away Tiff’s husband ON HER BIRTHDAY. Sorry, Tiff!

But in honor of your birthday (and with apologies for the kidnapping), here’s a little ditty:

Happy Birthday, Tiff!

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HansGolden on March 8, 2013 at 2:38 pm said:

Here’s my favorite birthday video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEylNeshD30

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Former bartender, still a geek. One equal part each cookies, liberty, football, music, travel, libations. Stir vigorously.
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