Serenely tugging on an apple-ginger brew (oh, stop worrying you alcoholic teetotalers out there) and waving a bouquet of tulips in the midst of our barely-unpacked country cottage.
She remains the most wildly surprising thing I've yet encountered in my 32 years. God, I love her...
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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And who did the flowers come from?
Happy birthday, Flannery!
Yeah, I can't drink ginger-beer at the store because it looks like I've become a day-drinker.
Hurray for Flannery!
I wish Her the happiest of birthdays, and I only wish I could be there to give her a big birthday smooch.
Happy birthday Flannery!
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