H A P P Y birthday to Jeff! ||

Though I am typically pegged as a fairly open book, I like to keep most parts relationship to myself. Partly because I don't want to spoil all the good stuff and mostly because who actually wants to hear about all the mushy gushy? (...and also, full disclosure, we are into some real freaky stuff that would surely leave us socially exiled for ever and ever)(just kidding). 

But! I will say this : Jeff is my rock. He is unwaveringly kind, supportive, and warm. He's c a l m and easy and charming. And he's funny. And a modern day Renaissance man. And he's emotionally stable. Plus, plus, and plus! 

What I'm trying to say is, you all need a Jeff.

Happy 25th, Jeffrey! You just keep getting better.
 Now let's get freaky. Just kidding. Kind of. 

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p.s. : Any guy who indulges in a faux-photobooth (a FAUXtobooth, ha) is a true man. I think that's in the fine print of the Eagle Scout handbook, but I can't be sure. Someone fact check me.