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A Graphical Walk Down Memory Lane
On this day, our sweet little 
was born. What does this mean to me? Allow me illustrate:
In the period between 
and her progression to 
,
our favorite hippy has touched us all. Had she not been born, the last year and a half of my life would have been drastically different, for the worse. Here's why:
If Rainbud had not been born, who would I talk to when I felt like this? 
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to 
with, even though it always ends up with us watching
while I 
a million 
lit with 
.
How her mind would wander: 
(Mine too)
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to get 
with, always 
or 
or 
and NEVER anything healthy, ever. We always eat crap.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to get 
with at 
,
even if it was usually an excuse to not .
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to share my 
with, thanks be to god that she likes
and 
and 
. I just found out she likes bluegrass 
as well.
anyone?
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to take a 
with in 
with
seat covers. We decided where we were going when we got to the place we went to. More organized
people may have
decided on a destination beforehand, but not us. "Turn left here, I'm hungry."
More and and .
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to 
during the day while she is making 
and I'm looking for loose change in the cushions of my couch.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to call on the 
to go play 
in Atlantic City
even though she can never make it anyway.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have not had the opportunity to kick her ass at minature 
, while waiting to be struck by 
at any moment under threatening skies.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have no one to whine to about my girl troubles, nor would I have to give her advice on finding her dream guy that will probably look like
or like 
or maybe even something along these 
lines.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have never had the opportunity to hear funny stories about 
and
and 
and 
and jumping out of a
. Its a shame most
of
these stories end with a trip to a 
and 
.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would not have ate 
at her 
last Thanksgiving,
in which I drank many many 
to the point of intoxication and had a great time.
I feel the need to say
this because I want to remind our little dove
that I was actually there, since she can be forgetful in such matters.
Ahem.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would have been robbed of many laughs in trying to get her to wake up when she is 
. It's impossible. I'm talking really hard, man.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would still try to be a 
, but I promise one day we'll paint something together like we said we would, a year ago.
If Rainbud had not been born, she would not be 
the 
being stolen by an intern. I must admit, however, that when I think of Madison I do not think of chairs or coffee mugs.
Boing.
If Rainbud had not been born, I would not have a reason to do something 
like this.
In Conclusion...
I just want to wish Rainbud good luck at her 
at 
, good luck dealing with 
,
good luck finding a house, which will probably look something like this: 
, good luck
finding a dog to guard it:
, and finally good luck keeping in touch with 
.
I miss ya, kid.
I wish you success with them all.
But what I REALLY want to say to our favorite 
is......
You know whats coming.......
Happy Birthday, Natal! I hope I got a 
outta ya!
I didn't have much , but I had plenty of 
.
And rainbows do not make lesbians.