You see, once upon a time, an adorable little girl was born in Chicago, in a little log cabin.
In time, she grew up to be a mild and well-mannered lady.
It soon became apparent that she had a special talent. Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! I mean that she blossomed into a talented lady writer!
(And searching for a good wig shop)
Most usually, she writes about sunny, happy subjects.
Today, though, I hope that she will take a well-deserved break from her literary labors...
...and enjoy some birthday cake. Oh, shit! Funi got hold of the special birthday cake I made! Funi, put that down! Funi! Aw damn.
Well, no matter. Hedgewitch knows that she is my Best Friend Forever. Happy Birthday, Witchy! It is just my good luck to get to be your friend.
I leave you with a picture of Hedgewitch and me discussing literature, as we normally do.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOY!!!