I want you to know that I sang to you, very loudly, while I made my breakfast. On the accurate day. But I didn't send you a card and I'm sorry for that. I was going to email you. But I didn't. But I'm glad it was nice. And I totally ignored the brackets first time and assumed you were metaphoring Katie, but I'm glad the storm behaved.

I sang you an appropriate birthday song, not just randomly sang to you. I sang you happy birthday. It's probably WHY you had a happy birthday. Because I put a lot of feeling into it. You're very welcome.

::DANCES YOU A LOT::