Here on the sunny beach where the ocean plays its eternal song against the ever shifting sands, we are preparing for a celebration of the birth (hatch?) day of our own Octopus (sorry, I don’t have the capability to correctly spell out your new moniker).The bonfire is stoking and the crustaceans are awaiting to meet their fate in the flames. The seaweed and coral cake has been decorated and….
THE GIFTS! Enough for every one of your eight tentacles!HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OCTOPUS!
Hear, hear! Happy birthday again, dear Octo! Looking young as ever .. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Rocky and dear Elizabeth. So how old am I?
ReplyDeleteHint: If you count the number of suckers on each tentacle, and divide by the number of suckers who counted those suckers, you will find that my life span diminishes rapidly. In fact, Octo is probably on his last legs.
(O)CT(O)! Buon compleanno a te!
ReplyDeleteHope you're having a warm and wonderful day.
And a slice of cake for each arm!
Tanti auguri!
Per cent'anni!
Shaw/Joanne
Happy Birthday to Octo! and to Elizabeth's Father!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dino and Octo (yesterday :), on behalf of my dad.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY, OCTO!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope your day of birth was filled with happiness and love. I wish you many more so that you may experience all the earthly [and oceanic] wonders that life has to offer. Open your arms [and tentacles] to embrace each person and moment and don’t permit anything you treasure to slip through your fingers [or off suction cups]!
Happy Birthday, Octo! Here's your birthday blog.
ReplyDeleteBTW, how old are you in base eight? :-P
Don't ask, don't tell.
ReplyDeleteA belated congratulations!
Birthday? Did someone have a birthday? Today is Ground Hog Day. May I come out now?
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