It’s Ro’s Birthday! Happy SuburbaRosie Day!
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- March
- 21
Forty-five years ago, on thisâ€â€the 21st day of Marchâ€â€a tiny star ignited in the magical kingdom of Queens. And this star was called, according to wikipedia.org, Roseann Teresa O’Donnell. Roseann drifted and flickered and faded poignantly, as sad celestial vagrants do until, 44 years later, a dazzling galaxy named Suburbarazzi emerged from the blogosphere and landed with a bang in LoHudLand. The result was spectacular.
Rosie, over the past year we’ve been through a lot together. Without your fiery feuds with The Donald, and Oprah, and Star, and Elisabeth Hasselbeck, and, well, everyone else, we’d have about as many hits as Juggling Acts. I guess, what we’re really trying to say is: Dearest Rosie, without you there would be no us. So, in honor of the miraculous day of your birth, we hereby declare this National SuburbaRosie Day. Please, take the day off. Blog. Write cryptic poetry. Hang upside down. We will commemorate the day with multiple posts in your honor and, of course, a 50 Koosh salute.
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Woosh…Woosh…Woosh …Woosh…Woosh… Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…Woosh…
Thank you, Rosie. Thank you. And Happy 45th.





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