Nobody Sing, Damnit
I’ve seen those blog entries in which the author sends out a special message to someone they care about; sometimes these messages are sweet and appropriate, sometimes they border on over-the-top ridiculousness. I’ve seen the straightforward, practical, almost nonchalant entries that express good wishes to their someone. I’ve seen the awful ones in which they wish their Honey Bunches of Oats a wonderful day full of puppies and candy and pastel rainbows.
Blech. I’m not a pastel rainbow kind of woman, though puppies are really cool. They can grow up to be tough-as-nails running dogs.
But I digress.
I don’t want to go overboard, because I know the person in question wouldn’t want me to. However, I can’t help feeling that he might feel slighted if I didn’t mention a little something. And I wouldn’t be happy *not* mentioning something since he’s so darn *kewl!* I won’t make a big deal out of it, but it must be said:
Many happy returns, evil one. Even 1,500 miles won’t keep me from being snotty to you on your day. :D
I’m old! Gimmee, gimmee, GIMMEE!!
You’re not old. And I already gave you something, though I apologize that you’re still waiting on the tequila!