HAPPY BIRTHDAY my wrinkly and oh so lovable other half of our racing grannies!
i met you in 2005 when you wore your overly puffy garfield jacket in substitution of the cardigan a nameless mole stole from the sidelines of the netball court, the same sidelines where you fell as a result of the lunchtime games we invented running along the markings, i don't know what we were thinking - physical activity, really? luckily we have grown out of that. and you had your little purple scar and i had my vegetable peeler/shaving scar of 2006. then you progressed into farenheit, and i wish i could say that you've moved on from that onto bigger and better things but i'm not 100% sure that you have, however i do give you the two thumbs up for queen victoria and the domestic newlywed bloggers. and now you are wading through the flood water in the northern hemisphere! I MISS YOU, YOU NINETEEN YEAR OLD WOMAN
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