Yay! It looks like 27 (yikes, am I really that old?) is going to be far, far better than 26. I reconciled with my parents yesterday, I’m going to get to spend the summer much closer to my sweetheart, and today, along with all of the birthday cards, I got fan mail! (Speaking of, far be it for me to pimp myself, but Terribly Happy has a guest entry by me today. And since I know he obsessively checks his referal logs, Hi Omie! I wuvs you!)
And could I ask a favor? Could you stop talking about P’s, ahem, member? Because the only thing I’m missing today is my birthday nookie, and this isn’t helping take my mind off of that!
More later, I’m off to be happy birhtday girly now.
Happy birthday tater… I’d like to echo the sentiments of everyone else here and say that I’m glad to see you’ve come through all this craziness and managed to keep your head up, and still be a light to this board.
But I’m still jealous that all the EuroDopers fawn over you!
Did you know your boyfriend sent out a mass reminder email this a.m.? I pointed out to him that you’d already let me know it was your birthday by 7:00 a.m. this morning.
If I don’t see you before you leave the states, you can be sure I’ll come crash on your sofa in Europe like the poor relation that I am.
In other news:
Far be it from the Pope to speak Latin.
Far be it from Dubya to refuse to sign a generally accepted environmental treaty.
Far be it from Michael Schumacher to put the pedal to the metal.
Far be it from Mariah Carey to show more skin so as to boost her dropping record sales.
