Happy Birthday, Spawzer,

I baked you a cake but made the mistake of askin' my couzin Rufus to drop it by the Post Office and he made the bigger mistake of givin' the danged thing to Retha May to mail. Well, that ol' gal can smell a twinkie thru 12 inches of lead so if it don't show at least know that I'm thinkin' of ya.

And just to prove it I had the P-Vine correct all the spellin' and typo's in this post so you wouldn't have to use your Wes Ginny dictionary tryin' to figure out what I'm sayin'. How'd she do?

Hey, Spaw, me and the Wes Ginny slide rule have been tryin' to figure out just how old you are. I says a day younger than you'll be tomorrow and the W.G. slide rule says a day older than you were yesterday. One of us is bound to be right.

But seriously, my friend, Happy Birhtday...

Bobert