"Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happeist day of the year."
	"Your birthday?" said Pooh in great surprise.
	"Of course it is. Can't you see? Look at all the presents I have had."  He 
waved a foot from side to side.  "Look at the birthday cake.  Candles and pink 
sugar."
	Pooh looked-- first to the right and then to the left.
	"Presents?" said Pooh.  "Birthday cake?" said Pooh.  "Where?"
	"Can't you see them?"
	"No," said Pooh.
	"Neither can I," said Eeyore. "Joke," he explained. "Ha ha!"
	Pooh scratcehd his head, being a little puzzled by all this.
	"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.
	"It is."

Actually I've gotten a couple of wonderful presents already and I'm not even 
having the party until Sunday. In fact, one of them (the best one), came clear 
back in June, cause someone, and I won't mention who, got a little excited and 
squeaked early.

Thanks to everyone who sent me their wishes, especially to Lisa who sent the 
most wonderful card! I really can't imagine the ZEP without her!

Love you all,

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/ ____ \|  __  \   
| |   \_| |__|  |  "It's Christopher Robin," he said.
| |    _| ___  /   "Ah, then you'll be all right," said Piglet.
| |___/ | |  \ \        "You'll be quite safe with him..."
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