[Aside to readers who are not Tim: Did you know that today is Jarrett's birthday? I would tell you to leave him a comment, saying something birthdayish, but of course his site has been deluged with comment spam (happy birthday, indeed). So you can't do that. But won't you join me in contemplating his greatness right here?]
Dear Jarrett (though there are those who call him ... Tim):
Greetings and salutations on the occasion of your most illustrious birth! (And hi, Mrs. Tim's Mom. I still have not practiced in an awfully long time. But nice work on the birthing!) Here is hoping that you are not being pounded (as we speak) by the horrid remnants of the horrid winter storm of late, but rather that the sun is shining on you in all (NOTE: not quite all--e.) your glory with all its glory.
Happiest of happy birthdays, mein bruvver! This is your sister, visiting Isis and sending you wonderful, warm, bacon-wrapped well-wishes for your big day. Are you having cake? Wrapped packages of love? Are there...balloons? You are great and full of greatness and deserve all kinds of fun things. Like balloons. Helium balloons too, shiny metallic ones, not those piddly kinds you blow up yourself which smell like old toys. But that's beside the point. Happy birthday! I love you!
Yes, cake is an important part of things. And bacon. Or bacon cake. No, stop that, it's silly.
But maybe worth investigating. I mean, how bad could it be? If you leave off the frosting, I bet it would be delicious.
Or if that sounds altogether too disgusting, you could just settle for ... a omelette. Because I KNOW that you do LOVE eggs.
But wait! Bacon is good with syrup, right? How much of a leap is it from syrup to cake? I mean really.
Ahem.
Okay. I'll be good. (sulking)
But back to you. Because after all, it is YOUR birthday. We are most grateful for this day to tell you how grateful we are for all your greatness. And this is not just about all the mighty mighty mixtapes (though those did come up in conversation today...). Nor is it only about The Way You Rock Out. And although it is not only about the pleasure we take in reading your blog, I do want to say how MUCH I enjoyed your recent travel post in all its lyrical beauty. Rather we are thankful for the brilliant, hilarious, ridiculous, insightful (slather, slather, slather--e.) AHEM! and now I should say INDULGENT friend that you are.
Have yourself a most rocking of days.
Love,
Isis & e.
Dear Jarrett (though there are those who call him ... Tim):
Greetings and salutations on the occasion of your most illustrious birth! (And hi, Mrs. Tim's Mom. I still have not practiced in an awfully long time. But nice work on the birthing!) Here is hoping that you are not being pounded (as we speak) by the horrid remnants of the horrid winter storm of late, but rather that the sun is shining on you in all (NOTE: not quite all--e.) your glory with all its glory.
Happiest of happy birthdays, mein bruvver! This is your sister, visiting Isis and sending you wonderful, warm, bacon-wrapped well-wishes for your big day. Are you having cake? Wrapped packages of love? Are there...balloons? You are great and full of greatness and deserve all kinds of fun things. Like balloons. Helium balloons too, shiny metallic ones, not those piddly kinds you blow up yourself which smell like old toys. But that's beside the point. Happy birthday! I love you!
Yes, cake is an important part of things. And bacon. Or bacon cake. No, stop that, it's silly.
But maybe worth investigating. I mean, how bad could it be? If you leave off the frosting, I bet it would be delicious.
Or if that sounds altogether too disgusting, you could just settle for ... a omelette. Because I KNOW that you do LOVE eggs.
But wait! Bacon is good with syrup, right? How much of a leap is it from syrup to cake? I mean really.
Ahem.
Okay. I'll be good. (sulking)
But back to you. Because after all, it is YOUR birthday. We are most grateful for this day to tell you how grateful we are for all your greatness. And this is not just about all the mighty mighty mixtapes (though those did come up in conversation today...). Nor is it only about The Way You Rock Out. And although it is not only about the pleasure we take in reading your blog, I do want to say how MUCH I enjoyed your recent travel post in all its lyrical beauty. Rather we are thankful for the brilliant, hilarious, ridiculous, insightful (slather, slather, slather--e.) AHEM! and now I should say INDULGENT friend that you are.
Have yourself a most rocking of days.
Love,
Isis & e.
3 comments:
I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down around a yearbook photog. :)
Thanks for the good wishes.
Are you kidding? That is a fantastic photo. You look like you're having a terrific time, perfectly at ease, etc. Certain people visiting recently have requested a copy so that they can frame it.
And as for the other one, I think you look thoughtful and smart. Many people would kill to be so captured on film.
So happy birthday.
And so I'm free!
Aside: dammit I made it all the way through yesterday without thinking of that song. Now in my head it's all dahn din dahn dahn daaahn din dahn dahn din dahn dahn daaaahn din dahn... and here comes the electric violin...
Honestly, thanks for digging up the photos. They remind me that I was younger once, and that can only be good.
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