Oh Misty, My Fellow Giftie

I know Misty doesn't always read my blog. But this one's for her, on the occasion of her birth.

I remember in high school, when I thought she was nice, and shy, and far more confident than I. She was nice. And she was a bit shy, though probably not nearly as much as I suspected. She was probably less confident than I thought, but still far more confident than I.

Then there was college. She was independant and self-sufficient, in my eyes. She would probably say (based on conversations we've had since) that she was a bit co-dependant and unsure and in need of a good friend.

Post-college, she was artsy, and funny, and sweet. Finally, I got my impression of her right!

Happy birthday, Misty.

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