I'm writing to say Happy Birthday. You've caught up with me again, but then you always do. The truth is though that all week I have been saying to myself, it's Kristen's bday on Friday, it's Kristen's bday on Friday, but alas I only really remembered today that it WAS your birthday because EVERYONE ELSE posted about it. I am a bad friend. I tried to remember to send a card, and alas I forgot. I tried to remember to buy your present and have it sent to you and, you guessed it, I forgot.
But all is not lost, for I have an ace up my sleeve, well at least I hope it is an ace. I'm coming home for four days next week. Two of those days you will probably be working, but I'm assuming that for at least one of them I can hijack you and take you to dinner to say Happy Brithday and perhaps present you with a small gift. And maybe actually see your apartment for the first time. Wouldn't that be exciting?
That's it. That is my gift to you, to be able to see you in the flesh in about a week. So did I pass? Is it good enough? Are you still my friend? I hope so.
Happy Birthday Girlie! I'll see you next weekend. (You too Michele!)
You're horribly forgetful friend,
NualaPosted by nuala at October 17, 2003 05:56 PM