You know that feeling when your favorite band plays on Conan O'Brien for the first time or something? You're proud but kind of resent that all the philistines at home are getting to hear them without putting all the time into serious fandom that you have? And you feel slightly superior to them because they're not aware of the band's history or how awesome and complex they really are?

No? Just me? Okay.

Well today a large handful of folks are all wishing Sara happy birthday on Facebook.

No, I don't resent them at all - but I am really proud of Sara and how many people love her and want to wish her happy birthday. And I can't help but feel slightly superior to them all because no matter how awesome they might think Sara is, they don't get to see her the way I do. They don't get to appreciate the subtleties and nuances that come from spending every day with her. They'll never see her get keyed and start picking at me when she's bored, They'll never see the little hoppy dance she does when she's being silly, and they'll never see her trying to hide her tears when something utterly ridiculous on TV makes her cry.

Happy birthday, baby, I love you. Thanks for thinking I'd make a good husband.

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I'm glad no one can see my tears right now.  


You guys are turning my stomach with your sweetness...I love it! You're great! You make me happy!

I would just like to point out that I actually texted her with my birthday wish! (it's more humble than making sure EVERYONE sees it on facebook, and you know how humble I am:)  


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