Oh god our EYES. Sorry. How about some picspam???
What can be said about Sue that hasn't been drawn hastily with a Bic pen on a bathroom stall? What could possibly be added to the history and mystique that is Crazydiamond Sue that has not been spray-painted on the underside of an overpass (and believe me, for small town southern boys, that is the HEIGHT of true love.)
Well, frankly, a lot. Fabulous hair, nails that can cut you like a knife and look good while doing it, a work phone voice to melt the heart of a NT stock broker, Sue is a woman of mystery. Or intrigue. Of Oklahoma.
Some things Sue loves:
I could literally post a zillion pictures, all of which she's seen before, but she'd still be okay with that. She may love her Caza - and she does! - but Xander... Oh, Xander. He of the chocolate eyes and woobiefied storylines. In... fic. In a Speedo bursting at the seams, in a paper hat. Covered in goo from a demon or silently laughing and wiggling his hands in small circles in anticipation of the yearly Snoopy Dance with his favorite Jew, Xander won the heart of our birthday girl. Mostly because (and this is a secret!) THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON.
And THAT, dear friends, is why she writes such great Xander.
Because she is HE. Except with a ginormous rack. A tip o' the hat to you, friend.
On this auspicious occasion, I hope that your day is lovely and filled with all the good things you love: a day with Caza, Binkley and Daisy and Max snurgling with you, gifts (which should be there if not at your lunch time, when you get home, AHEM), a lovely dinner and good friends.
I hope you got to luxuriate in a bath this morning:
Or perhaps you prefer a shower?
NO MATTER! And as we both know, Caza doesn't really bake. Yes, he is a man of many talents, but cake baking may not be one of them. And if he presents you with his idea of a birthday cake:
then sweetheart, it was the THOUGHT that counts. And pull the onions off, 'cause there could be kissin' later and you don't want any onion breath squelching further plans he may have. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.
And finally, because it is YOUR birthday, I thought I'd give in and succumb to your Air Supply love. In my own way, of course.
*hums to "I'm all outta love"* "Hey there dear friend! Your jacket looks awesome! The sleeves are pushed up. I'm digging it buddy."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUE!!!!
I leave you with cat haikus to make you laugh, my one true gift. In my mind.
You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
I leap into the window
I meant to do that
You're always typing
Well, let's see you ignore my
Sitting on your hands
I want to be close
To you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?
We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt.
And one to grow on:
Crazy diamond Sue
Hair of brown, feet are so wee.
Nursing students: dumb