Okay, so tomorrow is my birthday. And I’ll be really, really old. And usually, I don’t let people get me stuff. I have everything I could ever dream of. Except maybe a basement. But there is something I do want to ask for. And I’m actually stealing the chutzpah from Megan to post my wish list here:
For my birthday, I would LOVE it if every one of you – including any and all lurkers who think, because we haven’t actually met yet, they aren’t part of this circle (wrong, wrong) – it would just cheer up my old 57 year old life to hear from you tomorrow. Just a word? A happy line? Right here in these comments? So I can run my fingers through them, and gloat over them and do the dance of joy?
And that’s what I want. It would make me very, very happy. That and some fudge icing, maybe. About a tablespoon. Or a hug. And for Toni not to have broken her arm, and for Rachel to be well, and Paul to get his letter, and Mike and L to get some rest and have some fun – and I guess I do have a long, long list of things like that. For each of you. For all of us. A truly happy day.
Kiss.
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