Wow, Priscilla, I love that.
Now you must promise me that a few months hence, we will be in touch on our day — twins on the right side of schizophrenia — and share birthday wishes.
And to join forces for the purpose of parrying the insults and other sundry assaults that will inevitably be slung our way.
Together we can blame everything on the Mango Mussolini.
Happy Birthday, twinlet!