February seemed too long this year.
But Wendy’s turning 6 after 24 long years. I will be 97 when she will have her debut, hopefully I’m still alive when she’ll be 21…. so I can take her to get her first alcohol drink, ah the coveted alcohol!
While she is still 6 this year, it’s high time for me to propose to someone.
It’s Bachelor’s Day anyway, unfortunately, there’s no Irish blood running in any of my veins.
Happy birthday Wendy!