Salutations to the Silly People that I Love

(Because of the nature of this post, I was not able to write sweet words of love to all the people whose photos I posted asking if they were okay with me posting them. I mostly work in the secret in dark, dark places. PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME if I have not posted the best picture on earth. I am only human. But go ahead and tell me that you are angry if you really need to hear me apologize, because I will, as dramatically as you want.)

There is something special about Aries people. Something special that makes me want to shake a leg and snap some fingers and do a little dance. And as I thought of one Aries on top of another, I decided to make a blog post to celebrate ALL of them, like a tower of Babel reaching to the heavens. So here it is.

DAN THE MAN

First and foremost, there is my mangy little brother Dan, who, through thick and thin (I don't even know what that means. He's mostly a skinny fella), has come out none the worse for the wear and just as gangly as the rest of his brothers. May he forever survive among us and live long and happy days, may he eventually grow into better proportions, and may he one day grow a full and healthy beard. Happy Birthday, small guy.

JOSH

Second, but still just a little important, is this guy who we call Josh the man of the tallness and the manly muscles. The sweetest handyman one ever did meet; the sweetest one will ever be is when one is trying to be sweeter than Josh. May you see many Toyopets, eat many peanuts, and get better and better at making sandwiches (and toast, because that's also important). I love you!

GENE

Third (only because we're climbing up the oldness ladder) is Genius the Henious, otherwise known as Gin Gin, Crazy, and anything you call out sweetly and lovingly in his direction. The man who calls all the little girls "sweetie" because he doesn't remember their names, and the man who makes everyone feel loved and cherished as they ought. May you always be lucidly lucid and haplessly happy, and may this year be free of the suspicion that you are mated to me. (You actually are a genuinely wonderful friend. Thanks for all that.)

AICH

And fourth!!! Because she is the honorary female aries, and also the most difficult one to secure a picture of: Aich--a beautiful woman, and just...an all-around lovely creature. Just. Just, you know. I think just is quite a sufficient word, with that certain "just" look and a tender, subtle smile, just means everything that everything didn't quite express as well. Cause you're just JUST so...so...I want to hug you and squish. Keep pimping Mike, and may you have many many years to let him know how lucky he is.