I’m just so excited about something that I have to write about it right now, at the risk of just sitting outside in the grass for the rest of my life. April came to my house at some point last night or this morning and decorated the hell out of my car. It’s gorgeous. There are balloons, confetti, fake dollar bills, ribbons, paper flowers, pom poms and love. So so much love.
She drew on my windows, and attached some of the arrangements with mustache chip clips. As I walked to my car, slack-jawed, I felt like a princess because my bare feet walked on top of blue star confetti, which, let’s face it, is superior to a red carpet.
There was no need for her to leave a card, because there was no doubt in my mind it was her. But she did leave a card, and as I read it I laughed in a British accent. It’s overwhelming to have such remarkable friends. I don’t know how to say thank you enough, April. You’re the best. Now that I’ve been given permission to continue my birthday celebration, I’m going to finally eat the piece of cake with my name on it and dance around with Bug.