May 14, 2004
Build me, up, Buttercup.
My dad called me at 8:45 this morning and sang You Are My Sunshine to me on the phone. Maybe the Happy Birthday people were too hard-nosed in the royalty negotiations. Actually, it was the sweetest thing. And I preferred his song choice to the traditional. His was the first of many phone calls and instant messages and emails and e-cards. A flood of them. Today, I am well-remembered. Seriously, people have been just first rate. And it makes me very, very happy. xox
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