March On, My Babies. March ON.

Do you remember your best friend from third grade? Did you play together on the playground? Did you pass notes folded in such clever ways that you were positive your teacher, Mrs. Hipple, (seriously, that was her name) would never be able to open them because you were just TOO CLEVER? Did you have sleepovers and watch Troop Beverly Hills over and over and over? Did you plan to start families in the same year and go shopping together and then make sure that your babies were friends 4-ever?

Did you lose touch?

I didn't!

Emily is happy and well, living it up in western Michigan and is still forced to be my friend (she got a call from me the other day in which I pretended to be the voice of my menstrual cramps, saying that I had taken over Heather's body and was going to kill her, and instead of hanging up on me like any normal person, she laughed. See? She puts up with my insanity. Granted, she wasn't the only one of you to get that call... seriously, why are you people friends with me?)

Emily is participating in the March for Babies again this year, sponsored by the March of Dimes. The March for Babies helps all babies - those born too early, those with defects, and those who were born healthy but still need support in order to thrive. Please help her reach her goal and donate! Then leave a comment here so that I can send you my gratitude. Or a dinosaur valentine. Same thing, really. Make the mouse go clicky right here:

You know you want a dinosaur valentine:

"Hi, I'm Valentinosaurus. I realize that it's March, but if you donate to Emily's baby campaign, I'll show up in your mailbox all happy and gay and full of life. Do you have any other male dinosaurs at your house? Because I... sort of like them. Are they purple? I like purple. Or pink. Unicorns would work, too. Heyyy."

Right. Donate today!