She doesn’t look a day over 25

My good buddy Mikayla turned one year older yesterday. And what, do you ask, did she spend her birthday doing? Why, moving furniture and performing manual labor, of course! She’s in the midst of a traumatic move from the house she’s currently living in with grumpy Heath (yes, that grumpy Heath) to a house across the street, while the people in the house across the street are moving into the house next door to the house that Mikayla and Heath live in now…whew! Sort of a confusing musical chairs, but with houses. So, musical houses, I guess. I have heard the reason for the move (something about a bigger kitchen and backyard and blah blah blah), but I think it’s just because Mikayla likes to see grumpy Heath get all sweaty. No, I am not suggesting anything. I’m not!

Anyway, a very happy birthday to Mikayla. She’s so sweet and wonderful and nice and helpful and is the best neighbor you could ask for. She’s been such a godsend with Lucylu and is more than willing to listen to me complain about my resident web-dork for hours. She’s also got really pretty hair. And very stylish glasses. And a pool pass. We love her.

Happy birthday, Mikayla! Thanks for all of the boxed wine and cable TV. Thanks for introducing me to American Idol. And thanks for being such a wonderful godmother to Lucy.