today is your big day, and being as it is your big day, i can’t help but think about myself.
myself and all the adventures you have given me.
cue melancholy music now:
like that time i waited 3.5 hours for you in pocatello.
or the blue peanut m&m you dropped while driving, then went searching for it on the floor of your truck, while still driving.
or that guy you rear-ended while searching for that blue m&m. totally understandable, it was a peanut m&m.
or when we were driving to the airport and i rolled down the window to vomit yelling at you to pull over between heaves, at which point you thought i was telling you how to drive and responded with “i know what exit to take!” you still loved me even with vomit on the side of your car.
how about when there was construction on I90 and the cement barriers used to separate northbound and southbound traffic to keep motorists safe did not deter your free spirit, you just went up on those babies with two wheels in your hot little honda civic.
you made ricky bobby proud that day.
my personal favorite was when i looked over at you driving with one eye closed.
“why do you have one eye closed?” i asked while flying down the freeway at 70 mph.
“i have double vision, i did not want to worry you replied.” you replied.
my love, you had me worried with your logic of not worrying me while driving with one eye closed.
life with you has been just like this:
and if i was your mistress, sultry, and sexy, i would sing you happy birthday like this:
but since i am none of the above, i will say happy birthday like this: