HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. P-DAWG DEAR, P-DAWG DEAR. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Yes. It is to the tune of Frere Jaques. Cry me a river, and read the play.
I still have to make a card, and it will be crappy, but it will still be a birthday card. And that will be good.
Apparently, we're volunteering at the Florida Film Festival this year, whether I like it or not. And I do. But at least I know there would be no option should I protest.
And now, we're looking at Jeff "I Killed Myself" Buckley pictures, which is cool...
I'm needing to do something...I don't know what. But something.