To wish her a happy, healthy and fun filled day!
This pal o’mine is a real pistol. She’s funny, she’s pretty, she’s smart and she is in possession of a fluffy pink sweater that renders males of our species helpless.
I wish she would bust it out more often. The sweater may very well be out of the rotation, but no one delighted more than this girl reporter when men would be rendered speechless.
She’s a good egg deserving of a mention. The kind of friend who will be there for ya when you’ve just eaten more than your share of ice cream and possibly had a potato chip chaser–you’re not feeling that you’re running with optimum efficiency, but she won’t remind you that you should have cried uncle after your first pint of Heathbar crunch. Good times have been had while in her company, I can assure you. She’s seen me at my best and at my worst and she’s lived to tell about it in addition to remaining cordial to me. Gotta love that in a friend.
So, Efunk…happy birthday! Let’s find a karaoke joint so you can sing ‘That ain’t no way to treat a lady’ and I can sing ‘Leave me alone’…there’s gotta be someplace around…
Be well, be swell and keep on being yourself.
(this was not a paid endorsement)