Yesterday was my love's 27th birthday. I spent the entire day feeling like absolute poo, so we didn't do anything exciting. Nor did I write him a sappy blog post professing my love for him and my gratefulness for our years together. Since I'm already late, I'll save you all the pain of reading that and just wish him a happy belated birthday. Birthdays are no big deal to B anyway (despite my best efforts), so I'm sure he doesn't care.
So happy birthday, baby. I hope next year's is better for you.