Cleddus crashed my party. For those of you who are wondering, who in the world is Cleddus, he is the guy who is always crashing the scene at church. He is what you call a hillbilly. He carries a plunger with him all of the time and has goofy looking teeth. You had to be there.
Someone at my party thought he was a stripper at first! She had never even heard of Cleddus, so you can just about imagine anything when you first see him in action. He was kind enough to give me a wide variety of wonderful little gifts, including the gorgeous hat.
I'm HOW old?
Opening gifts in front of the 30+ people was a bit embarrassing. But reflecting on it now and thinking of how each person specially choose something for me makes me feel so special. They were thoughtful gifts. The cards were either halarious and/or written with lots of love.
It was a beautiful day spent with those I love so much. It will definitely be a birthday memory that I will always cherish. Turning forty isn't so bad after all.
6 comments:
Indeed it was a great celebration...
count your blessings of those that love you very much and were a part of your day!!!!
cleetis was a riot...Stevie you are amazing..we Love ya!! A job well done.
Oh my gosh! If only I had thought of the stripper idea! We could have totally freaked some people out. Darn! That would have been great.
Stripping would have cost your mother a whole lot more. I had the chaps in the car.
By the way-it's CLETUS with a T, no i, and one e
Thank you Cletus for the clarification. I wasn't sure how to spell your precious name, I noticed my Mom spelled it different from me and then your Mom spelled it different from the both of us.
And I guess I didn't realize you also had a super cool middle & last name.
Keep the gig you got going...stripping would've caused me to have a heart attack at the young age of 40.
C l e t u s......Oh excuse me for not spelling it right. Like it is a common name... Be "thankful" we can even pronounce it LOL.
Mr. and Mrs. Cletus Bernard Clumpernickle...who would have guessed!!!! Poor Martha ...
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