last year when i wrote you a happy birthday message, i told you we had to go skinny dipping in hawaii before you were another year older. we still haven’t gone. i’m disappointed in us now. maybe we can go in the ozark lakes when we reach them while driving cross-country. hur hur hur.
so kimmy kim, i have known you since the sixth grade when you were a wee little midget girl with extremely long hair. once in middle school i remember going to a (i’m assuming it was a birthday) party at your old house in phill before you moved and we played with a ouija board. the main questions which were asked were, “on a scale of 1-10, how pretty am i?” and then someone would go in the bathroom and we’d ask, “how many fingers are they holding up?” so on the one hand we have vanity and on the other we have paranormal scientific research. i think we’ve managed to (somewhat) cast aside our adolescent image obsession, but you are still an amazing scientist and i am so happy for you to get to go to grad school in philadelphia. (also so happy for me to get to drive across the entire freaking continent with you to reach philadelphia. road trip!)
happy birthday!
Happy Bithday Kim! I hope it was a good one.
Thanks, both of you! I had a great one, in fact.
: )
I just realized that you can almost spell the entire word “pedophilia” from the word “philadelphia.” Something to think about, kim, next time you’re twelve and someone tries to feel you up.