So, I almost completely forgot your birthday for the second year in a row. That's why I rule... or not.
Seriously, don't think it's because I don't love you. I totally do, and this whole lousiness at remembering birthdays thing is something that should be blamed, I think, on our father's genetic legacy. Right?
Having said that, he totally e-mailed me ON MY BIRTHDAY this year; a feat I entirely failed to achieve where your birthday is concerned, despite having absolutely thought of you on the day, and having thought to myself: "e-mail Sarah some birthday wishes!!"
Anyway, clearly I never did. Sorry. I love you. Happy very late birthday. I hope it was awesome, and that that nimrod Ken treated you right. If he didn't tell him to get his head out of his ass, because he's lucky you give him the time of day.