Happy Birthday, serialkarma!!

Today is a big day.

Huge.

Enormous.

The sheer capacity for monumental things is mind-boggling. If this day were measured in cash, you would never have to work again. Seriously. It's 3 July. It's about two thousand degrees outside. England have packed it in at the World Cup; Brasil have packed it in too (which is another post altogether). But the most important bit -- sit down, get ready for it -- is that today is a Monday. What? My morning went a lot like this:

Me: *asleep*
Ari: Wake the fuck up, bitch!!
Me: *rolls over* Meh?
Ari: It's serialkarma's birthday, what the fuck are you doing lying down like Brad getting it in the ass from Angie?
Me: Go away, Ari. And also, that visual was uncalled for.
Ari: Don't make me come and get you.
Me: My name is not Lloyd, this does not scare me
Ari: Stop being a pussy and get up and tell SK that I still have a job for her -- on my lap.
Me: You're so classy, Ari.
Ari: Yeah, we can hug it out later.

So, yes, it's true -- today is serialkarma's birthday. And the thing is I've known SK for a while now, or at least long enough for me to have asked her to marry me, like, six times -- even though we probably wouldn't even make it to the Registrar's Office without bloodshed, because we can't agree on anything, and she can't cook without trying to burn the house down. The fact of the matter, though, is that there's no one quite like her, and I adore her muchly. She's steady and sarcastic and extraordinarily amusing and giving, and I could totally make her a Personal Ad, but suffice to say that my life is better for having her in it. So. Here is to you, sweetie, I hope you have a very Happy Birthday. And Ari loves you too. ♥