Bonne Fête, M! [trans: M has bony feet]

So after many, many minutes of trying to come up with a suitable gift for M on this, the day of her birth, I ultimately let two factors rule my decision. #1 is my serious lack of this thing you call "money" and #2 is that, just like I'm not supposed to say "fuck" at Christmas, I'm not supposed to be a bitch on M's birthday. The following are three gifts that I think are very nice. Oh, and M might like them, too.

First, the song we sang for birthdays when we were children:

Ma chère M
C'est à ton tour
De te laisser
Parler d'amour

Second, a few of the best anagrams you can make with M's full name:

Lunar Lamb Algae
An Umbrella Gala
Grab All Alumnae
A Banal Mall Urge
Anal Bulge Alarm (H's personal fave)

Third, final, but certainly not crappiest, are some gratuitous animal pics, 'cause they're kewl.


Mortimerlin


Babs and Oblio


A Wild Wabbit

Happy 31st Birthday, M! (What, you thought I wouldn't mention the number?)