This is a few days early—I think. (The International Date Line is one of those things I just don’t get, along with… oh, left and right [in the spatial sense], calculus, etc.) In any event, there’s a prima to take into account, too.
Thank you for…
- having a heart and a soul even more beautiful than your luscious person
- putting up with my ranting and raving
- exuding zest for life, the most precious and admirable quality of all
- being the world’s best cook/hostess
- urging me to go to the damn gym™—a good thing, too, since you also introduced me to this*
- getting me onto MySpace
- helping me with Facebook
- making me move my ass in so many ways
* You know, if you chase it with Evian, the calories just wash away. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. By the way, I still can’t find this (I looked in Montréal, too).
For your birthday, I dedicate this song to you. It’s one of my very favorites, by one of my very favorite musicians, and I know you will get its heat and earthiness and drink-deeply-0f-life vertigo.
Buon compleanno, amore!
P.S. Tell P to friend me already!
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