My dad was one super duper happy birthday boy, enjoying dinner out tonight.
We arranged to have the waitresses sing Happy Birthday to him and they treated
him to the biggest piece of strawberry pie that I've ever laid my eyes on... woozers!
I was guilty of indulging in a bit too... just a bit.
I had to help a certain someone finish their coconut cream pie.
Before I headed back to Toronto I stumbled across this in my room.
It's a little suitcase packed with letters, many of which are love letters from boys back in the day.
And so, for your amusement, here's one of them.
Such sweet things for the meathead-of-a-guy who wrote this to me, wow.
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