HB to M

It’s TIME!!  And here are my  birthday plans:

M’s best friend, Kyle, is getting married tomorrow.  He just COULDN’T wait six more weeks for M to come home, darn it.  Fairly shameful, considering that his first date with his beautiful bride was actually M’s date with her—M had to keep reminding Kyle he actually had a date of his OWN.

So tomorrow, Cam and I are going to spend the day shooting pictures of the really very happy couple, and I’m afraid that’s going to bury my poor birthday.  Which really isn’t that bad, considering how many of them I’ve already had.

Still – now is the time for you guys to roll out the POILS!!  Poils of wisdom.  You are my only hope for a birthday party, Obi Wan – so please.  Funny or serious, silly or earnest  – for my B-day – even you silent friends I haven’t met yet – please unload a  poil on me???  It will cheer up my day considerably.

I promise to write up the last pretzel-shaped week and put up pictures of all kinds of things next week when my hair grows back. Blessings on you all!