Happy Birthday, Sidonie!

OK, technically we're a day late in putting up this post, but since I mistakenly called Sidonie the day before her birthday to wish her a "bon anniversaire", it kinda evens out. Sidonie turned 24 yesterday, which is a good age to be because you're old enough that people will take you seriously but still young enough to get away with being irresponsible. It doesn't work nearly that well when you're 31, believe me. All I get all day long is "Stop playing with yourself" and "Put on some underwear" and "Quit lighting your farts on fire". I swear, my officemate can be such a bitch.

Happy birthday, Sidonie!