i have a public confession to make.
last month a good friend of mine celebrated her birthday.
and i forgot.
and this probably isn’t the first time i have forgotten a birthday of someone i love.
and probably won’t be the last.
i’m just not good at remembering dates.
and i know that is a lame excuse.
and i know that is what calendars are for.
but i’m not good at keeping them up to date.
or even referencing them on a daily basis.
so unless your day of birth has been ingrained in my brain by sheer repetition, or because you remind me the day before, then chances are i won’t remember it.
and in my defense, facebook didn’t do it’s part by informing me. which is odd, since it seems like i’m notified everytime one of my friends so much as sneezes.
so anyway, rachael elizabeth dere, HAPPY (albeit late) BIRTHDAY to you!
party is postponed until you get here, or i there, and we tear up the dance floor. well, since you have all the shakira moves, you will be tearing it up, and i will watch in awe and try to keep up.
i love you.