Happy Birthday!

Jen,

for your birthday I wish you: The worlds largest pizza (or at least one large enough to beat Woodbury’s record), no goat attacks, drinks that taste pink (but we better stick with pink lemonade for Splinter’s sake), a free pass on a good “woo” session, a little money for fez, and all the joy and blessings in the world.

You’re the best sister in the world, and if anyone tries to argue with me, I’ll revert back to five years of age and stick my fingers in my ears and refuse to listen. Or as the case may be, cover my eyes and refuse to read. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…sorry for all of those times I bit you. We good?

No, what I’m really trying to say is that you are a beautiful quarter-century old woman and I have always looked up to you. Sometimes I still can’t believe that we’re both what they call “grown-up” (I’m not sure I believe it) when I feel like just yesterday we were building troll villages in the garden or getting drunk on never-ending Shirley Temples at a formal event.

I hope you have the most incredible birthday to kick off a year that holds so many exciting changes and your newest and most amazing adventure yet!

Sending all of my love from my end of the string,
Chipmunk

*I chose this picture from the vault for your birthday post to remind you that Moms can still have fun. I plan on you, Splinter and I having so much fun together! Chris can come too.