When we were kids, we used to play pretend games. Winston would be Billy The Kid. Anne-E would be the younger (and lesser known) brother, Johnny The Kid. I would be the older sister, Sarah The Kid. And Emily, who at this point was very small, would be Payday The Kid.
You heard me right. Payday. For some strange reason, Anne-E decided that Emily's nickname would be Payday. She didn't know what it meant. But there you go. We called her Emily. Unless we were playing a game, And then, then she was Payday, Superhero.
Happy Birthday, Payday. I'm waiting until it is at least 7am where you are to call you!
2 comments:
Saying Hi as we were near neighbours in that blog party.
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I think I might cry. She is, you know in the words of Charlotte (CHARLOTTE'S WEB), part of our magnum opus. Your birthdays are always events for our celebration too.
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