Well, it was a Friday in 1967.
Cashmere's a 1970s baby.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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Well, it was a Friday in 1967.
Cashmere's a 1970s baby.
Well, it was a Friday in 1967.
I was born on a Monday. That actually explains A LOT.
I think I was born on a Sunday. Tomorrow, coincidentally, is my birthday. I plan to buy myself cake.
I got a raise. I can never leave this job, no one else would pay me this to do what I do.
oh, sarameg. My sister in well-compensated pain. Eeyore is, like, my totem animal.
Cashmere was born on my father's birthday, which I consider auspicious. Also Margaret Thatcher's birthday, which is ominous. Marie Osmond and a litter of our puppies, which is neutral to cute.
I guess the first rule of a merit raise is that there is no such thing as a merit raise.
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(mind you, the difference is only 14 cents per hour-- and extra $291 per year.)
Sure, but it makes next years merit raise come off a higher base. You know, assuming there is a merit raise...
Cashmere was born on my father's birthday, which I consider auspicious. Also Margaret Thatcher's birthday, which is ominous. Marie Osmond and a litter of our puppies, which is neutral to cute.
And don't forget Chris Carter. And, of course, me and Matt the Bruins Fan.
Yeah, Friday the 13th not such a thing to be avoided as far as I'm concerned, since I get treated to dinner, pumpkin pie, and presents on some of them.
I was born on a Sunday. The same day and year Marilyn Monroe's body was found. So if she was murdered, I have a perfect alibi.
My brother was born on a Friday the 13th. On the plus side, meant I got cake occasionally (but no presents). On the minus side, I got a brother that I never got along with.
I'm sure you can blame Chris Carter.
I was born on a Monday. That actually explains A LOT.
Monday's child is fair of face. That totally works for you. I was born on a Tuesday, whose child is full of grace. Totally NOT me.