14 May 2004

Ode to Peetie

Dear Peetie,

No longer are you the three-year-old sister whose nose I broke and then lied about it until last year.

No longer are you the angst-ridden teenager, although you still have some funky taste in music.

Somehow, you're almost, almost as cool as I am.*

Now how did that happen?

Happy Birthday to you (tomorrow in your time zone),

You live in a zoo,

You smell like a monkey,

And you look like one too!

*Okay, probably cooler. But I've got that whole living abroad thing going on, which makes me very important and interesting.

betholindo at 12:10

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