Sunday, February 20, 2011


34 years ago, today, my mother, in the midst of a laughing fit brought on by an episode of Maude, spasmed one particularly hardy guffaw at the wry and dry comic stylings of one Bea Arthur, and I popped into the world! It was 4:30, and a Sunday.

This is testament to the power of Bea Arthur and the writings of Maude.

My mother had been laughing since the airing of the previous episode, many, many days before.


Blogger Elisson said...

You wrote Bea Arthur, but for some strange reason I was thinking Frances Bavier. Gaaah.

Congratulations on completing yet another Solar Circumnavigation! May you enjoy many more such voyages, all without limit to any good thing.

10:27 PM  
Blogger Richard said...

Happy birthday Tommy!

7:05 AM  
Blogger Holder said...

Hoppy Bird day...

9:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wish I could remember 34. Twenty eight to about 40 are kind of a blur. Fun times, that.

Enjoy it while you can, homes. Getting old resides on the red end of the Major Suckage Scale, or the 'MSS' as us old farts are prone to call it.

Happy Birthday, Tommy. Best wishes and don't forget to submit, submit, submit.


12:55 PM  
Blogger Cappy said...

I remember my dad doubling over in hysterics as Johnny Carson pushed Don Rickles into a Japanese bathtub.

1:05 PM  
Blogger Life Thru The Lens said...

Happy Yesterday fellow Piscean! Hope you had a good one.

10:19 PM  
Blogger Domestica Etcetera said...

Happy belated birthday. :)

-random person you've never talked to before

4:04 AM  

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