Hey there, sister girl ;-)

I know that however much you try, there's bound to be a few flutterbyes in your tummy in the morning. So, you are hereby ordered by The Gaelic Goddess to think of all your chums here on the 'Cat, all the people that love you, and to remember that a certain trio of wise souls are there right beside you every step of the way.

All I want for my birthday this year is to hear that you're feeling purty, flirty, and pinching the bums of all those handsome fellers you've got paying all that attention to you (I'm so green with jealousy!).

I love you muchly, and all thoughts here on Moon On The Hill are thinking of you.

Hogs and snugs, Áine ;-)