|I present these skittles as an offering of love and friendship.|
|We even have the same taste in perfume.|
That's like the girl equivalent of being blood-brothers.
|She gets really excited when presented with gifts.|
Happy birth-week. I'm glad you were born, and not just because you probably kept Nick from becoming too overpoweringly nerdy, but because I like you a ton.
I'm glad I got you for a sister.
I hope your birthday was a party in your mouth.
If not, milk this next week for all it's worth; things will go back to normal soon, but til then remind everyone it's your birfday. (Or at least birfweek.)
I was going to write you a poem lauding your many talents, but then I remembered this funny card I once saw . . .
That is all.