happy birthday, mitch!

Today is Mitch's 22nd birthday (a-whoop!) and I am understandably more excited than he is. I was getting tired of being 23 and dating a 21-year old. Puh-lease. Twenty-two makes it sound much more acceptable, in my book. Excitement! I love birthdays!



Boyfriend, I find you fiercely sexy...

...even when you need help walking down a flight of stairs after a night at Dukes...


...but less so when you dress up as a cheerleader.

Anyway, today is for you, dear Mitchell. I know you are in Nac and working while most of your friends are in other cities (or countries, for that matter -- damn study abroad!), but fear not! Thursday night you shall be with us again and this weekend we will celebrate the hell outta your birthday! Not like last year, though. Your 21st birthday was your one free pass and the only time I'll ever clean up your vomit. You have been warned.

Thanks for being great with my parents...


...and helping us be Best Couple in every inappropriate situation...


...and for looking so effortlessly handsome all the damn time.

I can't wait to see you in three days and give you your presents. Happy birthday! I love you! Oh, and sorry for being supermegafucking gay and posting this on my blog. Whatever.