A very happy birthday to Stef, who turns one year older this very day on Saturday (sorry, the storm knocked out our internet… pictures of fallen trees to come)! My fellow Skittles-hurler and co-blogger, who always watched whatever dumb movie I wanted on Friday nights with little grumbling. My best friend, without whom I would never have discovered the glory of “vodka shot hump day” every Wednesday during our third year of college.
My voice of reason, who listens to my obsessive worrying and tells me to listen to my heart instead of the panic in my head. My little friend, who folds paper into sheep and makes the most delicious cupcakes. Happy birthday, Stef.
You’re as old as I am now. Sucks to be ::mumble mumble:: years old, doesn’t it?
