dear kelly,
i just wanted to take the time on your birthday to express my feelings about you. you. my dear. are fabulous. first, let's get through the obvious: i love your shiny, curly hair and your teeth make me want to hold up a glossy picture of them to my dentist and say, here...just like these! and let's not even talk about the time you showed up at harper's pool party wearing a bikini the month after having riley looking like the biggest milf since heidi klum.
i do sit ups in your honor.
and then there's your rapier wit: you have made me sneeze swigs of wine back into the glass on a regular basis for the past five years. you fool people-even me-because initially you come across all sweet and southern, so it jars me when you show up to my house talking smack, wearing s&m gear and cracking a bullwhip.
i love that when we went to vegas for that-event-that doesn't-matter-because-according-to-the-state-of -colorado-it-never-happened, you picked a fight with that douche bag guy just because he needed it. you pressed your finger into his chest so hard that i'll bet he still has a bruise.
fuck him.
and i love that you could care less that you are the oldest person to ever shop at abercrombie and that you own more wigs than pot holders and that valentine's day is your favorite holiday (because you desperately believe in love!) and that i still haven't finished paying you for that beautiful painting of yours and, yet, you've been too polite to bug me about it.
i love you for all of it.
and, yes, you are a great mom and, yes, don is clearly still counting his blessings, but i'll close this off the way i opened it: kelly degnan, you are one fabulous woman. you walk through this world with such style and grace and i am honored to count you among my greatest friends.
love, love,
kate
p.s. "laser"
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