Today is Susan’s birthday. And since it’s her birthday, and birthdays mean wishes, I wish:
I was there. And our kids were not. And we had unlimited crafty time. And cake. And wine. But not so much wine that we burned ourselves on our hot glue guns or sewed things wrong-sides-together, you know. Just a glass or three. And cake. Did I already mention cake? If not, cake.
And, since they say it’s the thought that counts, things I wish I could buy her:
The entire line of Kaffe Fassett prints that she likes (and coincidentally I can barely stand to look at directly. One of our many differences).
A coverstitch machine. So she could really take off and I could tell everyone I know her.
A yurt. Only because she’d get a little chuckle every time she saw it sitting there and remembered our inside joke. Plus, it’d be a great conversation piece.
And, since these are just wishes, and they seem to be getting incrementally more expensive, let’s just throw in a vacation home on her own private island. Oooh, with a steam shower, jetted tub, and private infinity pool. It may seem like many of these gifts are also for me, but I assure you, I only have her best interests in mind.
So, Happy Happy Birthday Susan! I hope you enjoy being 26 and love all the new (imaginary) presents I got for you! Have a fantastic day.