I was touched.

Oh, good...I was worried it would be too sappy. Looks like it's just right.

I was moved. Fortunately, I *was* in the bathroom, laptop on my lap, at the time.

That is what we call TMI, Victor.

It's a shame Bill won't know about my lovely tune for him...he's in DC today. Oh well.

I think the song is very sad. I mean, can you say with absolute certainty that he will never see your tits? I mean, anything can happen. What if you flash them at the Super Bowl or something? It could happen. Or what if he becomes a doctor, and someday you go to him, not knowing who he is or anything. Or what if someday at the beach, your top comes off when a big wave hits. You can't predict the future. I think it's sad that you have ruled out these possibilities on his birthday.

But I still love you.

Victor redefines multi-tasking. Let's hope he hasn't embraced the 'paperless office' concept.

Yes, Ted, let's hope.

Paul...Bill wants me to post a picture of my chestal area and it isn't gonna happen. As for the other possibilities, they seem unlikely. Of course, far be it for me to ruin anyone's fantasy.

chestal area? sounds vaguely topographic, like northern nipplestan.

I use to like that show Twin Peaks. What the heck made me think of that?

Hmm. Strange.