Every year on my birthday I get a phone call...a mournful dirge follows:There is sadness in the airrrrrrrrrrrrr,
People dying everrrrrrywherrrrrre,
Ohhhhhh, happy birrrrrrrrrthday.
Of course after this many birthdays I can hardly contain the giggles through the song. It just isn't a birthday until I hear it! I cannot do the song justice on his birthday, so I usually just poke fun at his mythical, tiny Jayhawks. I'll admit--there's not much I can do to trump this big brother's antics.
Happy Birthday, Chris! We love you!
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