Happy Birthday, Lyta!

Just be happy you got in under the wire*, so your birthday song sounds like this….

…rather than this…

*(I refer of course to the pending zombie apocalypse….er…rapture…due to occur this Saturday.  Fortunately you get to celebrate your last birthday pre-Hellscape.)

Anyway, I hope you have a happy one, and I’ll leave you with this little remembrance:

Cesspool Hattie lived back in the cesspool

Where the strange green reptiles shit

Mosquitoes and the fever had to eat it, too

And Hattie practically lived off it.

Well the cesspool’s alive with a thousand smells,

And all of them coming up your nose,

Stay off the track of Hattie’s crack,

In the back of the black pantyhose.

Looking back on it, I realize now – we never had a chance of being normal.  Thanks for helping out with that, and happy birthday!