revafisheye

I bop, you bop, we bop for Cindee

(from noon) Dave, me, and in the center of the universe, where she belongs, the birthday girl, Cindee.


IBop Karaoke: byob, but no jumping allowed.


Cindee "Walking on Sunshine".


Amy serenades that "Sweet Child of Mine" (ours),


and the Chickens get "All Fired Up".


Oh, those summer (not really, but for the sake of the lyrical integrity) nights...

Happy birthday, Cindee! You put a smile in my heart and a song on my face.

posted by revafisheye @ 11:59 PM