to my drug,
since im officially not allowed (by you) to create any hoopla over this,
but couldn't resist doing it anyway,
here we go,

Happy Birthday!

(And i wish you have many more happy birthdays till you're old and gnarly (remember that you're getting there before me!! :D ) and forget that it's your birthday and i need to point at the calender and then at you (and maybe even at your birth certificate assuming you know how to read/have any eyesight left by that point) till you remember the happy occasion.)

and then we can be the two gnarly wrinkled peas in the pod eating crummy old cake (from last year's remains...we cannot be having too much sugar) and holding bright red and yellow balloons.
and then you turn to me and say..' honey...

..............pass me the dentures.'

(except that it sounds like 'hummy, pash mee zhee denshures.' *wheeze* )


but that happy occasion you and i can still look forward to.


in the meantime, :D habby bird-day to you onsh again.
love,
-eeda