Oh I'm a bad auntie.
Not in a Michael Jackson way. In a truly negligent sense.
My niece turned sixteen this past week and did I say anything to anybody here?
Negative. I gave her the equivalent of a digital cricket chirp.
So--happy belated birfday Jamers!
You are a fun, smart, beautiful goofball and I can't wait to celebrate next week with some 3-D Johnny Depp, dancin' Wii rabbits and Vietnamese food. Love ya lots!