Here’s wishing my lovely Medea’s Child a happy 20th birthday!
breaking open her favorite hard cider
It’s been a tough year for her, but better than the previous one… here’s hoping this next trip around the sun is much brighter for you, dear Child.
Want some cake? I’m sure Scotti will be along any minute with the hot tub…
Happy Birthday!
20 eh? Hmmm… just wait about half a year and you could be legal most places. It’s been my experience that the guys at the door don’t like doing math. 
To any extent, here’s some good wishes for your birthday.
You rang?
Yes, I am here…dragging the hot tub off the truck and setting it up in that shady area under the spreading chestnut tree. Lining up the vanilla massage oil and the portable table…There you go!
Happy of birtrhday’s, darling Kathryn! May you ace all your tests, live every day to the fullest, and never lack for love in your life. May your kitties be healthy, may YOU be healthy…oh, you get the picture! May life be wonderful! This year, and EVERY year!!!
Much Love to you Always,
Cheri
and a happy one to you!
(not to worry about the ‘not quite legal’ yet - booze is soooo overrated 
:hick:)
You’re wise beyond your years.
Happy 20th!
Happy Birthday! (Being legal isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, anyway…)
20 is one of the best birthdays. Follow that with 23, 28, 37, and 91, and you’ll be a pretty happy camper.
And then take a flamethrower and destroy all bugs and creepy crawlies that you can find…
Happy Birthday, Medea. Since you can’t drink that Cider, I’ll just yoink! take that off your hands.
HARD CIDER??!! Woo hoo! Let the party begin!
::puts a pointy party hat on Medea and blows a noisemaker::
Next year, we’ll try to plan the DopeFest after your Legal Birthday so you may partake of the many delicious, but intoxicating, beverages that your fellow Dopers bring.
Happy Birthday!!
Huzzah! Happy Birthday, Kathryn, and may you have many, many more! After all, without you, my sig doesn’t make much sense. 
Happy Birthday!
It was great to finally meet you last weekend, dear Medea. I hope your birthday is wonderful. Let’s do lunch while you’re still in town!
Oh, and I don’t know how you feel about this, but I remember when I turned 20…I did NOT want it to happen. I did not want to let go of that “teen” after my age. It was weird.
Wee!
Thanks you guys!
Steve, you are always such a darling!
Simetra, I’m not planning on drinking out much, its more for peace of mind when I drink at people’s houses.
Scotti dear, you have no idea how delightful that is…I’m doing this workout thing at my gym…mmmmm so sore today…
wring! You are so adorable!
Cranky, thanks. (Its good to keep tabs on who I have snowed… 
)
TroubleAgain, like I said, I just don’t want any of the lovely people who buy me drink to get in trouble.
BunnyGirl, That is the spirit. And I’ll be all over siad DopeFest. (If there is cider I will come…)
Jester! Good to have you along!
Persephone, there is a bit of that. more of a (silly) fear of being old. I’m so childish, I’m not done with being a kid yet, I can’t possibly be an adult!
And big hugs to all of you. You’ve made this last year a lot of fun.
Ah, what an angel! Only 20? My ass she’s 20. Don’t let the good looks fool ya. She’s 50 in a 20-year-old’s body, an indication of her astute maturity.
Oh yeah, and happy berfday.
I managed to find some last night… Now, I’m not one to support juvenile deliquency, but I also think arbitrary age limits are stupid (some people might be responsible enough to drink at age 14, others might never be responsible enough). So if you were to happen to wander over to my place and happen to find hard cider in my refrigerator… and you handed over your keys… well, I probably wouldn’t know anything about it.
And have you had Mike’s Hard Lemonade yet? It’s not bad.
ALMOST??? uh, forget that e-mail…
J/K. Happy birthday Kathryn. I won’t even use the middle name…
Well, kiss my own arse, everyone is having a birthday!
Happy 20th, Kathryn! How does it feel to no longer be a TEENAGER? Now you can look smug and laugh at people who say things like, “You stupid teenagers!”
Ha ha ha!
How about some oreo cookiee cake?
Kathryn, honey, I’m sure no one would even worry about getting in trouble for buying you a drink…They’d probably think it worth the risk!
Funny thing–at least to me–the drinking age in Florida when I turned 19 was 19, but it changed to 21 on July 1 of that year. So I stayed legal (grandfathered in by 3 days), and I didn’t even drink. My best friend, who did drink, didn’t turn 19 until August, so he wasn’t legal. He used to grumble something fierce about what a waste it was that I was legal and he wasn’t!