
Today you will not find the "voice" you are familiar reading on this blog-o'-Jessie's. I am substituting this afternoon because it is my way of celebrating the mostest specialest of days, which you all know to be September 20 or Kiss Pants' birthday. Is not this woman wonder worth accolades? Admirations? Affections? Gratitudes? Gifts? Games? Cakes? Candles? Comments [this is where you all help me today]? Kisses [this is where I help all you today]? Songs? Singings? Praises? Parties? And pinches? We are celebrating 25 young years of one helluva woman. For my part, I cannot imagine workaday drudgery that didn't end with Jessica. Dull days need to end with an up, a light, and a comet's tail. And they do. And that would be enough if Jess were only sunshine. But she is guileless besides, and an angelic mother (and all of a father's comfort comes from whom his boy is at home with); she is classy, sassy, silly, sincere, dear, wise, witty, sleepy in the mornings, everything, and all mine. So for the love of this singular girl please rally your digits and let's see if we can't birthday blog her to death. Jessica Sumsion Kay Patch: I love you forever with all my Marty heart. Happy Birthday.