Andrea, hopefully you’re in bed and won’t see this until the morning when it’s your actual birthday, because it would be weird to see a birthday message today and maybe assume I got your birthday wrong, because I generally don’t get those kinds of things wrong, but then I hope you’d at least give me credit for the effort, but maybe you’d consider me a super-sucky friend for not even getting your birthday right. Like, I know when your birthday is. Facebook helps with that, but I totally knew it before the crutch. But I wanted to get a head start on wishing you a fabulously fantastically frolically happy birthday, because birthdays should last AT LEAST 24 hours, if not the whole week or month, and because birthdays are supposed to be happy and filled with lots of sugar in many, many forms, so not only should you have a happy birthday? but also a very, very HYPER birthday. I also miss your face and your guts and hope with all my heart you have the wonderfulest and grandest of birthdays, because, you know, it’s a big one, and maybe 30 men should jump out of a cake for you. Or bunnies, whatever you prefer. Love you, girl. Happy Birthday.