this years birthday was the best in eons! firday night was bad but then i went out again saturday and mr.wounderful was out with his fiends and he must've seen me and my fine self cause the next day he was let me tak you out everywhere and let me give you all the really thoughtfull presents and flowers....which i loved. then he was talking all this smoove b stuff like" you so fine an junk" what was that all about? i don't know what to think 