Everything I Like Causes Cancer

Where we've been convinced to write a new post on Dec. 2. Stay tuned!







BERFDAY, BERFDAY!
It's yer fuckin' berfday!
BERFDAY! BERFDAY!
Sing a goddamn sooooooong!









For those of you new to this corner of Blogaritaville, this is my best girl, H, and today we here at EILCC are celebrating her ability to exit a womb. She writes the currently-on-sabbatical blog "It's Always Darkest Before I Open My Eyes." The poor dear had to endure me singing my patented (not really, but it should be) BERFDAY SONG at the crack of 8:30 this morning, but I was FIRST!


Mmmmmm . . . whiskey with Whiskey.

H, you are one of a kind. You are adorable a doorbell. You are funny and kind and smart and wickedly clever. Your capacity for love is amazingly limitless. I can't imagine a world without you and honestly, I don't want to.

Hey, Glamourpuss! What's your name?

I love you to bits and pieces . . . eentsy tiny bits the size of chip dust at the bottom of a bag. Yeah, that small.


I dedicate this video to you because you take the wheel when I'm seeing double. I know you are reading this at work so honey, I want you to listen to me and do what I say . . . kick off your shoes . . . turn this one up . . . shake out your hair . . . and dance in your chair like no one is watching.

It's your day, screw those morons and dance, girlfriend!

I love you!

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