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It's May 10th. Do you know what that means? That means that there are TWO - not one, but TWO - super awesome people having a birthday today. And they both have D's in their names. How fab is that? SO.
Debbie o' my heart, your birthday present will be presented to you when we see each other during the summer. It will probably involve ducks and sparkly things. Hopefully I will not break it like I did your Christmas present. And if I can get a little sappy on you here: you're one of the best things to ever happen to me. I wouldn't be the person I am today without you, and even though URI didn't work out, I'm so glad I went. You're beautiful, inside and out; never change, my Minnie, I love you. Happy twentieth!
Ditte! I think our time zones are conspiring against us, but many Happy Birthdays to you, you mad DANCING MACHINE you. I would bake you a cake, darling, but I have no strangely opalescent icing to write your name with. Instead? I give you this, which is definitely not safe for work or other places where you might have someone peeking over your shoulder.
Yeah, okay, I'm snickering like a twelve year old. Shhh. ANYWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ♥
In other news, vacuuming is so hazardous to your health. I conked myself on the head five times in fifteen minutes with that fucking thing, and I think I might have a bump forming. A bump on my head. From vacuuming. What the hell. Also now I cannot find the plug. Is it possible to vacuum the vacuum's plug?
This is why I never clean my bedroom. Feel the love, Robin.
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Debbie o' my heart, your birthday present will be presented to you when we see each other during the summer. It will probably involve ducks and sparkly things. Hopefully I will not break it like I did your Christmas present. And if I can get a little sappy on you here: you're one of the best things to ever happen to me. I wouldn't be the person I am today without you, and even though URI didn't work out, I'm so glad I went. You're beautiful, inside and out; never change, my Minnie, I love you. Happy twentieth!
Ditte! I think our time zones are conspiring against us, but many Happy Birthdays to you, you mad DANCING MACHINE you. I would bake you a cake, darling, but I have no strangely opalescent icing to write your name with. Instead? I give you this, which is definitely not safe for work or other places where you might have someone peeking over your shoulder.
Yeah, okay, I'm snickering like a twelve year old. Shhh. ANYWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ♥
In other news, vacuuming is so hazardous to your health. I conked myself on the head five times in fifteen minutes with that fucking thing, and I think I might have a bump forming. A bump on my head. From vacuuming. What the hell. Also now I cannot find the plug. Is it possible to vacuum the vacuum's plug?
This is why I never clean my bedroom. Feel the love, Robin.
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I suppose I'm just a housework swot :0P
(Plus I want to make the other half feel bad about not doing anything, when really, I'm a bit OCD and kind of HAVE to do it religiously, by myself. If he helps he just mucks it up.)
Seriously, I'm not normally that anal, I just am about...cleaning :0P
And yet the house isn't all that clean emost of the time.
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i luv you. :)
Monday at 7...Be ready.
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