I have already admitted to you that I sometimes keep birthday presents I buy for friends. I should also admit here that I forget birthdays ALL THE TIME. Even when they are written in my calendar. Even if we have talked about it, and there's a party in the planning, and I've made a mental note the night before to call the person the next day to wish them the happiest of happy days, and I've already bought a gift and kept it and then bought a replacement gift, I still forget.
I don't know why you people stay friends with me.
But this morning I woke up and one of the very first things that popped into my head was that it was Rachel's birthday. The Other Rachel. The Short Rachel. I know you totally thought that I was the Short Rachel. But I'm not!
By sheer luck Rachel and I were thrown together as roommates at BYU and within about 2 seconds we realized that we were the exact same person. Same name, both born in August, we liked all the same movies, the same mindless TV (we watched A LOT of the Love Boat and Beverly Hills 90210), the same food, the same music, painting our toe nails shades of sparkly blue, coloring until the wee small hours of the morning, Bon Jovi, Marshmallow Matey's (argh!), impromptu dance parties, disco balls, and grape Kool-Aid. We even both broke our arms roller-skating as children. We were roommates for three years, which, in college, is an eternity. And even though we haven't lived in the same state for over 10 years I still consider her one of my greatest friends. She's just that fantastic.
So, to make up for all the times I have forgotten every one's birthday, and because I really, really mean it, I want to say...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL!!!!!!!! ON YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
You're the shorter sister I always wanted.