WOO HOO, she's 32!!

there were a number of significant events in 1974. the Lock Ness monster was photographed, Hawaii Five-O and Kojak were respectable TV shows, singing Sunshine On My Shoulders made alot of people happy, and Sissy was turned loose on an unsuspecting world. actually, i was a little disappointed the name i chose for her wasn't given more consideration. Harry is a perfectly respectable name and fit the family dog very well. logically, it would have made a fine name for a little sister. oh well.

Fast forward to this evening 2006, where we have gathered friends and family to surprise Harry on her 32nd birthday. being one of our typical family celebrations, we checked our dignity and polished manners at the door and let things get out of hand.
laughter, flying wads of paper towel, and yes, a whoopee cushion were all present during dinner and after a couple rousing renditions of Happy Birthday to You, (off key, of course) we delved into chocolate cake, ice cream, and presents. special thanks to dad who methodically sampled every bottle of women's perfume (on himself) before choosing one for sissy. my eyes are still burning from that toxic mixture of fragrant mayhem.

at some point, we decided that sissy, being older and (assumed) wiser, should embrace a new, distinguished look. something that hinted of subtle sophistication, loftiness, and intelligence.
unfortunately, we exhausted every available pair of reading glasses to accomplish this feat...and, well, you be the judge..

doesn't exactly scream sophistication, eh?

nice hair clip, by the way.

of course, we had a good time, ate a lot of cake, and laughed at each other until time to leave.

Happy Birthday, ol girl, enjoy it while you can. the twenties are a blurry memory and the forties are speeding around the corner (just ask old man daz).