Happy Birthday, Space Cowboy!

image of a cupcake with brown frosting that looks like poop, with an image of my face, in which I am grinning and wearing a party hat reading 'Happy Birthday,' accompanied by text that says 'Happy Birthday, Poopy!'

For reasons lost to the mists of time, Space Cowboy and I have a habit of calling each other Poopy. When he calls me, I usually answer by yelling: "POOOOOOOOPY!" When I call him, he usually answers by saying, "And how is Poopy today?" (Even typing this, I am laughing my ass off.) Last night, I said, "I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow since tomorrow is Poopy's birthday!" and promised to bake him a poop cake, to which he replied, "That would be so classy." Voila. Poop cake for Poopy!

Happy Birthday, Space Cowboy! You are such a dear friend to me, and to Iain. We love you. I'm so glad I made those note cards.

And, even though not everyone realizes it, this whole community is indebted to you for all the tech work you've done behind the scenes over the years. Thank you. You rock out loud.

Enjoy your delicious cake!

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