Born to be wild

If you woke up this morning with a nagging sense that there was more to this day than meets the eye, you would be correct. Today is, in fact, the birthday of one uber-blogger Jessica Rabbit. I have it on the best of authority that she's nearly old enough to drink alcohol!

So, to my friend who publicly accused me of having assless chaps before I actually had them, who let me talk to her children without calling the police, who was nice enough to help me up and not leave me crumpled in the Chicago quicksand, who has recently made me laugh so hard a carbonated beverage squirted like a goddamn fountain out my nose, I say:

Happy Birthday, Bazonga Queen! You bring wisdom, merriment, and a fair amount of smut to Blogsylvania. May your plate always be plentiful with sushi and your ears perpetually full of Maynard.

And may you never be afflicted with cat food pussy; cats would be happy, Hermione would be happy, Nick...not so much.

Please stop by Jess' place and wish her the most kick-ass of birthdays today!