ode to smell-pie

this is my ode to smell-pie in celebration of the beginning of her 27th year (tee hee, that just makes said pie sound older):

here's to making sure the food on her plate doesn't intermingle.
here's to owning enough pairs of socks that can fill a suitcase.
here's to no longer living in regent park. =P
here's to being a one-woman wrecking crew when inebriated.
here's to having a crazy brother who likes to pretend he's pregnant.
here's to only consuming soups that you can see through.
here's to having 8 cavities at once. (?!)
here's to only using disposable cameras.
here's to eating expired whipped cream (oops, that's me).
here's to a love of shopping (that's definitely both of us).
here's to crying during commercials.
here's to being the tallest person on the subway.
here's to being mistaken for your mother's sister.
here's to catching wine corks in your tube top (and getting it on film).

here's to having a birthday that's 2 days after christmas.
here's to smell-pie! happy birthday, ol'sport!