You are my youngest child. I remember when you looked exactly like this:
Then you got drunk and discovered your toes:
I know the man you love will lunch with you today:
But before you enjoy your dining experience, I want to send all my friends to your blog, When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep, to wish you
Uh, Rachel? I thought you might be dressed more appropriately:
We'll step out the door while you change:
Oh, Rachel. I'm so embarrassed. Willy Dunne Wooters is here, too, to help celebrate your special day:
Mr. Wooters! She's a mere child! Rachel, I demand that you change your clothes:
You have one last chance. Dress in something decent, or no birthday present:
That's a little extreme, dear. I've seen you look a bit . . . prettier . . . shall we say? But I shan't complain. Mr. Wooters, you may come in again:
Put yer damn shirt on, Willy.
Now, everybody all together:
Yes, you may have one beer, dear, because it's your special day, and you're quite grown up now:
I give up.
Infinities of birthday love,
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Please stop by When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep to wish Blog Child Rachel a very happy birthday.
Infinities of love,