Hey, Look! It's Later!

I've known my Jennifer Lynn (who hates it when you use her middle name like that) since seventh grade when we both messed with band. She's added spark to my band trips, (yeah, Patsy Cline sing-a-longs!), lockers (could we possibly have had any more magnets in there?), homecoming hair (it looked great *and* it was free), and overall life through the years. I wish I had pictures from Six Flags to show how I used to celebrate your birthday, but I think you destroyed them all by now.

Wish I could've popped down to see you (or even had time to call you), but my [pick your favorite explicative] schedule doesn't leave me anytime until May 14-ish. We'll get some cake then, 'kay? Happy birthday wishes!