Y’all might wish to go over to Quilly’s place today (24 April 2009) and wish her a Happy Birthday. Might distract her from blowing her nose, looking out the window at an unseasonably gray Hawai‘ian day, and channelling prehistoric Viking weather forecasters.
Though she would probably prefer pointers to anti-allergy medications that actually work. So that she can actually wear the lei that she’s been receiving all this week without her having to chase her nose all over town.
This anniversary of the Quill’s entry onto this spherical stage (and her barely-averted fast exit from it) is one of those credit-crisis ones. You know, the ones with the big fat “owe” at the end? No, you’ll have to figure out that bit of information for yourselves, unless Q should choose to do it for you. A colleague of hers did say, however, that whatever it is “is the new 30”.
I’m off to find some hypoallergenic flowers.
Happy Birthday, love.