You guys! *blush* | |
So. You might be wondering why I haven’t mentioned my birthday since that hot phone sex sale I had mid-August. Some days, I’ve been wondering, myself. I’ve been multi-tasking, working the phones, partying on Monday nights, cocktail-ing with friends, Twittering, and binge-watching Game of Thrones from the very first season. I’ve been busy.
But that’s not the only reason I haven’t brought my birthday bash up. Look at this:
How is a girl ever worthy of so much generosity? And this isn’t even everything. A second wave came in after I took this picture, which I’m not going to photograph because it’s just not easy to do. One big box is a chair, another is a lamp. I know this because I know who sent those and when they were to be delivered.
Anyway, I AM OPENING PRESENTS even as I type this. Already, there’s a few with no indication of where they came from and one that just has a first name (but I know a few with this first name). Still, I’m trying to keep track so I can personally thank everybody.
Sunday is the day I will try to show pics of the actual presents, out-of-the-box nekkid in all their glory, so to speak. I’d do it tomorrow, but my housekeeper will be here and I’m going to be monitoring and working her fingers to the bone.
You honor me, you please me, you make me so very happy.
xo, Angela
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Okay … I’m way behind on getting pics to you. It’s a don’t ask, don’t tell situation. But I will get them to you soon. Promise.
Angela, you deserve presents every single day of the year, every year.
Anybody who know you, knows you have the biggest heart. And I personally know of a few times you’ve given money or helped someone in need, without expecting anything in return. You enjoy every one of those gifts. There’s a few from me among that tower of boxes. And, again, Happy Birthday.
I don’t mean to peak behind the mistress mask, but you are an absolute sweetheart (said with a stiletto on my balls). Seriously, you are God’s gift.
Happy Birthday, dear Goddess.
If your kind heart were to repayed with gifts, you would need a warehouse for a basement.
You are cruel and loving, kinky and elegant, and a delight.
P.
It’s official. Everybody adores Angela.
Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy.
Birthday.
A case of “everything’s coming up Angela” – clearly, all is right w/ the world.