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My Birthday!

Thursday is my birthday. I won't tell you exactly how old I'll be, but suffice it to say that it's an anniversary of my 25th. No, I'm not 50, so hush.

For my birthday I'm launching a new writing business venture that I hope will be wildly successful.

I plan to donate a portion of the proceeds from this to Wonderland Developmental Center. This is where our baby Ashley was welcomed after her stroke. They taught her to talk, to walk, to be all that she could be, despite the limitations imposed upon her by her disability. Without their love and care, I'm not sure where she'd be today.

So, stay tuned for the link to my new venture. It will go LIVE on Thursday as a birthday present to myself and a huge thank you to the wonderful, caring staff at Wonderland Developmental Center.

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  1. Makes note to send 68 candles to Washington State.

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  2. And I love you too, vicus darling!

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  3. Pammy, stay cool babe. I've really enjoyed the fifties. happy Birthday XXX
    PS 42 yeah? Phew, am I brave or stupid?

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  4. Tommy dear, you may be a little bit of both! Kiss!

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  5. I take it the family have recovered from their ailments in time for your festivities?

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  7. Anonymous9:09 AM

    Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Pamela. Happy birthday to you!

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