I remember when you were just a small fry.
Heh heh. No I'm only kidding. But I DO remember painting our body parts onto the walls of our room. Listening to that Clare character rambling on and on about that Mexican boy. (haha, love you Clare)
That time I dedicated "Yellow" to you on the radio? or we both put in lost-friend ads. That was pretty retarded.
Hitchhiking down to Florida from the top of Georgia to catch a flight when our car broke down. Crazy good story to tell the kiddos.
Then there was that time you got married. That's a good one too. It was pretty swell. Our little baby all grown up and running off with some boy.
In case you haven't guessed, I'm just dawdling around to get to the real point. You're a great friend!
Wish you were closer.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY you Perty Thang, you!