Ok so "happy happy" may be an overstatement seeing how said "baby" is currently pacing around the apartment with a donut in one hand and another in his cheek, ranting both loudly and sincerely about his school and their lack of professionalism. It's coming down to the wire and essential people/conversations required to enable his graduation have not taken place because his calls/emails have not been returned since October.
He's flailing his arms as he rounds the couch for the 15th time and he asks the cat "has the whole world has gone mad, Boomer?". Pink frosting shoots out of his mouth. Boomer gurgles and runs under the bed.
Regardless, I still wish you a happy, happy birthday, baby. I come bearing love.