So since Tweed's non-birthday present on this thread was stolen from me, I guess I have to do the opposite of doing something non-birthdayish. And since the opposite of giving a non-birthday greeting is to give a birthday greeting, I'll just say...

Happy Birthday Tweed!

Here's a true story:

A couple of months ago, a possum got killed in the middle of the road just outside the entrance of our apartment complex here in southwest Georgia. A couple of days after that, the road maintenance people came with their big machine that paints the yellow lines down the middle of the road.

When they got to the possum, instead of moving it, they just painted right over it. So then there was a dead possum in the middle of the road with a yellow line painted across it. We wanted to get pictures of it when it looked like that, but we forgot.

The paint wore off the possum pretty fast, and now there's just a gap in the yellow line that looks like a grease spot.