It's after midnight here (almost one in fact) so I feel it safe to post a Happy Birthday shout out to the dear boy friend, Alex. He's turning 21 and I feel terrible I'm not there to ring it in with him. This photo, however, is a pretty good representation of him livin' the good life down at Bluff View, getting to lounge around on pretty women, i.e. me. He's my best friend, my confidant, and most especially a very affectionate compatriot and partner in crime. Any and all friends out there, make it the best day EVER!
Happy birthday, babe. I hope it is friend filled and does not result upchucking. I'll be thinking about you all day (tomorrow, later today, which ever) and hoping it's merry. I'll eat the last piece of my Bratz cake in celebration for you!!!
Much Love,
Me
You really are way too nice to me.
You shouldn't stop, of course; I'm just saying.
It's not being TOO nice unless A) You don't reciprocate or B) You are nice to me but also do terrible things like, say, setting kittens on fire. Since you are A) very nice to me B) don't harm cute fuzzy things, I would say you are entirely deserving of happy birthday blog posts!