Dear Butterfly Books,
It was a mere 3 years ago, during the Superbowl, that I got bored silly with the goofs on the gridiron and decided to start a blog instead of moping.
And the rest is history.
Happy birthday blog. 3 is a nice age for many things, such as potty training, temper tantrums, learning colors and shapes, and hearing the word NO from your parents every waking moment.
So far, you've been a peach of a blog, no tantrums yet, knock wood and pixels.
Thank you for three years of allowing me to vent about my favorite escape--books.
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