happy birthday to my lady friend, my best friend. she makes a mean beef stew and a lot of baked goods, and these are some of the main reasons my boyfriend loves her just as much as i do. he also really likes her cat. i prefer her more for her ingenious ability to make me giggle, make me mixed cd's, make me jealous of her creativity, and make me wish my african dance moves (and all interpretive dance moves) were even somewhat good enough to compete with hers. i also love her for playing along with my really inappropriate concert-going games. and i love her for already getting annoyed with me for using this picture of her. and i love her for letting us squish her head into this childs helmut. she only cried once. 
dear c.i.e. have the happiest birthday. and the happiest year yet. i am happiest that i get to be your friend and happiest that you were born. nicely done. i know it's your birthday and everything, but, if you could work on re-stocking the cupboards with chocolate and candies, that'd be super. love you. love your style.
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