Happy birthday, babe! You know I love you, but I still can’t figure out how our couch ended up looking like a pillow showroom. Every time I turn around, there’s a new one.
Every time I sit down, it feels like I have to move at least three pillows first. I love your sense of style, but there’s got to be a pillow limit, right?
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter where they come from, if it makes you happy, then I’m all for it. Happy birthday, pillow queen!
