The iPhone Never Lies
Sometimes RLO likes to pretend I’m not the most important person in his life, which is obviously ridiculous. However, last night I discovered the truth; I’m way more important than his other friends and even his family. Look who’s first on his phone’s favorites:
Yeah, and if that wasn’t enough proof look at who is so important they get a two-day birthday:
Not his grandpa, but me. I rest my case.
You rock!
Looks like RLO already knew it.
Some of us didn’t know til we found your blog.
Which is your actual birthday? Mine is the second of your two possible dates. Hate when it falls on a Monday!
Doesn’t it feel good to bust someone for loving you? Yeah, that’s a good feeling. It’s like “Ha! I knew you loved me! There’s no denying it now!”
Poke him in the ribs repeatedly… That’s what I do until someone loves me!
Bellum! You should have warned me of your birthday years in advance. Sadly I am completely booked the whole week, and may commence in no celebration with you.
I already know what to get you for your birthday! I’m going to get you a new President. It will be two days late and it won’t start working until January and it’s not going to be even remotely pink. But I think you’ll rejoice all the same.
Love, me
In one of those strange coincidences of life: my grandpa’s birthday is November 3rd, but I until I was 19 I thought it was the 2nd and he thought that I was the overacheiving granddaughter who wanted to be the first one to wish him a happy birthday so he didn’t say anything to me.
Um, maybe RLO doesn’t remember if your birthday is the 2nd or the 3rd so he’s covering his ass. Or maybe he wants to hump you. Either way.
Awww…he likes you. He really, REALLY likes you…to an unhealthy degree maybe? lol