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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