Happy 34th, Jilly!

Happy Birthday shouts out to my higher-order life-liver sister, who turns a glorious 34 today!

Let's all celebrate by allowing our dogs to rule the roost, continually redecorating houses and not living in them long enough to enjoy them once they're finished, not being pretentious but actually knowledgable about wines, mildly hiding our obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and retiring from our jobs and laughing at the poor saps who didn't stick it to the man.

Or, if you wanted to celebrate in an old-school manner, you could hook up a Texas Instruments computer to a television set and write basic computer code, trade your Camaro Berlinetta in for a Volkswagon Jetta, put your stuffed animals in a net above your bed, get a set of excuses from the doctor who lived next door and skip nearly half the days your senior year of high school, and, as always, listen to the song "Goody Two Shoes" by Adam Ant while cornering the market on Anbesol.

Happy Birthday, Jilly! I really do love you and am so proud of you!