HOT DAMN tomorrow is J’s birthday.
instead of commercial trappings like cards and gifts, I will write a spontaneous poem. and maybe treat her to some fondu(?)
“Janeen, my queen…wassup?
i’m not going to tell the world your age and risk the wrath of your age.
instead, I’ll savor all of your flavors. and bask in your glow.
you just steady robbin my heart, you know. [thump – thump.]”
thank you.
umm. do you still have time to get a card? 😉
what? Hallmark aint got nuthin on me (you know can’t roll up in here empty handed tho, right)
You two have love. What else do you need (tell her that). You da man!!!