Dear Flisties,
I love you all. You are awesome, fabulous, humorous, and really rather sexee individuals and I am so pleased to call you friends. Even in that weird, internet virtual life kind of way. Your well wishes have meant the world to me, and your effusive congratulations yesterday made my little soul sing even louder than the Crazy Birdie which wakes me up at 5am with his weird chattery sing-song right outside my bedroom window EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
*ahem*
I love reading about your lives on your journals, even when you're going through some poop and I find myself inarticulate and unable to do anything other than write "THAT IS POOP AND SUCKS BUT I LOVES YOU" and hope that you're not weirded out by that. (SRSLY, Flisties, I am sorry for my over-friendliness if it has spooged itself on you. I am like that IRL and if we meet one day I will probably squee and force myself on you in a total display of shameless socially awkward hugging).
In short, you've made my good news even better, and that's just unbelievably superb.
With lots of love and HUGS and fluffy bunnies,
Wiggle
XXX
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee