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kyle@sift said…
Father's Day? First Day of Summer? Oh, your birthday! Whatcha got planned?
HaPPy BiRThdAY!!!
savannah said…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUGARPIE!!!! xoxoxo


(damn, i should have never deactivated facebook!) :~D
hehe!! Happy Birthday Robyn! Left you a message on FB. x
Miz Minka said…
Happy Birthday, Robyn! Hope it's a fantastic day and an even better year!
Shan said…
I think this is my forth birthday greeting but really, do we tire of these?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBYN!! You and the hubby can go hog wild with the celebrations together today! That's a lot of pressure for #1 and #2 but I'm sure they are up to the challenge. Live it up! You are worth the fanfare!! xo
I'm thinking of you! I'm watching Stephen Fry in America and he's just driving into Ohio. I'm not sure where he is, but he's near you and that's quite interesting enough!
Oh he's in Detroit now. That was quick! :(
kyle@sift said…
It does happen rather quickly.
debra said…
I'm here via Savannah. I'm another Ohioan. Happy day!
Shazza said…
Happy Birthday!
Alifan said…
Oh dear Dive did tell me it was your birthday, but I forgot in all the excitment..
So Happy Belated Birthday dear Robyn,I hope you had a wonderful time.....xxx
Anonymous said…
Happy B-day Robyn... and many, many more.
Happy Birthday! Savannah sent me!
Gina said…
Happy belated birthday, Robyn!
Happy brithday, Robyn!! How OLD are you know?
Scout said…
Thank you all for your good wishes.

I don't mind saying I'm 47, and it doesn't feel much different from 46, or 45 for that matter.
Alifan said…
Oh how very young..... when you get to nearly 72 you will appreciate the 47 bit!!!!!

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