So George's birthday was the 5th and I sat down to write a post and Layla interrupted me and I never went back and then I'd remember every day during the worst possible time, like at work, and I'd forget again by the time I got home and I went to his party and I came home and I still didn't post and the next thing I knew it had been EIGHT days.
Unlike George who rocks.
He's an awesome God-father who Laylabug loves to call Georgie and make do silly things. He's a good friend and a great council for your spiritual crisis. He also plays a mean air guitar.
Happy Belated Birthday George!