It's that time of year again...

BIRTHDAY SEASON!
We are kicking of 2011 with Sarah Lynn's 35th birthday, and boy are we excited! ("We" not including Sarah. But let's try to change that now.)

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Well, I thought I had all this funny stuff to say, but it turns out all I want to say is that I love you, I admire you, and I am glad we are friends. HOW BORING IS THAT?! Dang it. My only goal today was to dwell on the past and forget the present (because I haven't bought you one yet.) But I have told all my good stories already. Except maybe...

Okay, I had to dig deep for this one. DO YOU REMEMBER playing pranks on each other after we fell asleep? It was when you had the red, white, and black Mickey room (how chic!) and Mary's little weird bed thing was in there. And we would do stupid stuff like write on each other's faces with eyeliner and whatnot. And I was sleeping on Mary's little tiny bed, for what reason I have NO CLUE, and I had told you I could always tell when you fell asleep because your breathing changed. So we were laying there silently, and then I hear you start breathing weird. I was like, "That little faker! She has NO IDEA how she breathes when she is asleep!" I was holding my breath trying so hard not to laugh at you so you would think I was asleep and would try something and I'd catch you in the act of whatever you were planning. Eventually though we both must have fallen asleep with no pranking at all, but I have always that about you breathing all weird thinking I would fall for it. For once, you didn't get me!

I also remember when we shared the bottom bunk, and we slept at opposite ends. You would slowly move your foot back and forth as you fell asleep, and it made me nuts (I totally do that now, by the way). You told me, you stinker, that if I stuck my fingers between your toes it would stop your foot. So I tried it, and you kicked me in the face. In the FACE. Strangely, that time you were able to pretend you were asleep just fine while I was all pissed and trying to yell at you. Good times.

Remember how you were the only one who could do a round-off? It was kinda like that tongue thing, or the skipping thing. No matter how perfectly Liz and I did it, you always said, "You're not doing it right." WHY DID WE BELIEVE YOU? Oh yeah, we were under your spell from birth to age... Well, from birth.

I'm writing at Liz's right now, so I don't have any pictures from our childhood to post. Too bad. Instead, here is a playlist of songs that make me think of you every time I hear them for one reason or another. Sorry, they didn't have "I Hate Multiplication."