Happy Birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dearest,
darlingest Kabuchan,
I'm about to kill Apophysis,
happy birthday to you!

While not technically late, I had planned to have this posted before you woke up this morning. But alas, so goes the best laid plans of mice and men (notice it's not women) sometimes. Thankfully, this was just a glitch of some sort, and I'm not a mouse, nor a man, which we can all be thankful for.

I hope your day was filled with lots and lots of love and laughter. It's nice to have fond, fond memories (if your memory holds out that is) of the past to look back on I hear. From what I gather from a dear, dear English friend, the outlook going forward is bleak, so say the least. I know you'll make the best of it though; sags, bags, and of course lags, while smoking fags. As a quick aside, I came very, very close to buying 2 Colibri Quantum Windstar (catchy name, eh?) lighters instead of one, but knew I'd never heard the end of it, just as soon as you misplaced it.

I love you dearly, whack job that you are. I konw, I know...I have no room to talk.

Erica

PS...I wanted to get you a 'chew toy', but I just wasn't able to find one that met my, apparently unrealistic, standards. And truthfully, had I found one, I would have kept it for myself!