From running from Uncle Bald-headed at Christmas, playing at the park by Grandma’s house, crying because Roller was chasing you (it was you, not me—and I have the tape to prove it), working in Low-Low Prices, scratching backs, going on our first road trip to LA, moving that damn couch to Promenade…need I say more???, actually living in Promenade, always “runnin’ around,” slapping what’s-his-name, the infamous night at Del Taco, making that girl leave the club crying, doing donuts in the parking lot, and scheming in general…we’ve been together through it all. And you still is nerd.
I love you Steffy Weffy! Happy Birthday!!!