I hate you, stupid flu-or-whatever-disease-I-have-contracted. I want to go home and get back in bed but I can’t, because of course you always hit me in the third week of February every.freakin’.year, the week when I have tons of stuff to do at work, and my birthday is coming up, and I’m usually getting ready to go out of town to a conference.
I hate you I hate you Ihateyou.
you and Michael Jackson both, eh?
when’s your birthday?
mine is TOMORROW! WOO!
feel better.
My birthday’s a week from today!
I’m going to ignore all the b-day talk for now and just insist you get better.
get better already.
Happy Birthday! All the cool kids were born in February, and you share a birthday with my husband. I certainly hope you’re feeling better by now, it would be no good at all to be sick on your birthday. Do something fun!
Happy birthday! 25 was a fun year for me and I hope it will be for you, too!