But it hasn't been fun not seeing you today, or celebrating you. That's one of the sucky things about growing up and moving on. So I've tried to make today a little bit special for me. I've:
- used a festive straw all day
- put a candle in my apple strudel (your favourite strudel) before I ate it
- drank a shot of vodka to your health
- recklessly lit sparklers indoors (seemed like a good idea because it took several shots of vodka to get the right picture; I know how much you appreciate perfection)
Happy birthday, P'chette! According to the nursery rhyme, you have far to go, and I think that's a good thing. Lots more for you to look forward to.
(I'm full of grace, but you might disagree if you've ever seen me trip over my feet.)
