February 2011
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Happy birthday, to me.
As I write to you on my way to DISNEYLAND, let it be known that I do not deserve my boyfriend. He woke me up an hour ago (4a) surprising me with the trip. He kept it a secret for months! The exchange was similar to the following:
“Baby, wake up.”
Sleepily I asked, “Where are you going?”
“We have to get up.”
“What, why?”
“We’re going...
