Who could believe our little Pansy is seventeen years old today?! Not me, that's for sure. But it's true.
She kissed me last night. It wasn't something I planned or even hoped for, but it happened. And I'm really glad. And then I kissed her, which was good too. I think she had fun. I hope so. I have no idea how she'll act today. Knowing Pansy, she'll shrug it off. Damn that girl.
I hope you had a good time last night. I really did. Happy birthday, darling.