my other baby

Friday was the beloved niece's birthday, tomorrow we celebrate at the house. It's weird that this friend of mine, this person who makes me laugh and gives me so much love, I've know since she was a wee snotty babe. She's been through so much in her short life--suffered sorrows that no kid should have to, but she always held her head up, and never let the shit drag her down. She's one of the toughest, bravest, smartest, most compassionate and *coolest* people I know. She grew up to be just what her mom wanted her to be--an excellent person. She's a testament to what a good person my sister was and is.

Anyhoo. Happy birthday to my daughter who happens to be my niece. We love you kid, and no matter what, you gotta claim us--we're fambly. ;)

btw, I did my best to get that 'gift' you wanted but some weird broad who claimed to be his wife--Danny, Fanny, something like that--kept blocking me and shit. I knocked her down once or twice but that bitch had game so I had to let the 'gift' go. S'okay, he went all snotty and crying as soon as he saw the Toy Bag anyway, the big wuss...*koff*. But you didn't hear that from me....