Tenth Musee

Today is Kathy‘s birthday!  Her 31st birthday to be exact.  The best part about her being my business partner is that she’s my best friend.  I have very few friends as close as she is to me.  I definitely know that no one “gets me” quite like she does, in that way that only a close girl friend can.

This year I wasn’t able to visit her for her birthday, like I did last year when she turned 30.  I can’t believe she’s 31 now and I’ll be 34 this year. I remember when she was 26!  …Not that it was forever ago, but given the Internet, I think it’s pretty awesome that we’re still friends. Not just friends, but best friends. And we manage to run a business together without beating each other to a bloody pulp.  Now that’s friendship, ladies and germs!  I couldn’t imagine the Moxie Girls without Kathy.

Like any perfectly normal, healthy relationship, we have a small argument every couple of months. Usually it’s around the same time of the month (and I think we all know when that is), but somewhere between, “Good morning” and “Dude, what are we even arguing about?” we realize that we’re hormonal. Cue the waterworks and the mushy sentiments.  Then we laugh because out of all the things in the world we could fight about, it’s usually something completely ridiculous like… see, I can’t even remember now. haha!  Probably something along the lines of whether or not that guy from Heroes is cute.

So, happy birthday, Kathy. Thank you for helping me install MovableType almost five years ago so that we could become friends.  Thank you for making me laugh so hard I spit things on my monitor.  Thank you for making me see that “asshole” can be a term of endearment and that champagne is a viable everyday cocktail.  Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and for being hands-down the very best friend I could ask for.

I love you, clam dip. Happy Birthday.

p.s. I made you that cake right there. And then I ate some.  That’s my gift to you. Gosh, I’m so considerate!