The croissants of our love

Why hello maypirate. It's always a pleasure to see you. Please, come join me on my classy patio.




I must apologize for missing your birthday. I was looking forward to it all year. But you see, I have been so busy lately...




There were so many puppies to cuddle...




So many espressos to taste...




And movies to see. Did you happen to catch The American last autumn? I'm in it, you know.




And of course, there was much work to be done in Washington. Here's me, sharing a laugh with my friend Barack. We're BFF's.




But all of this hard work left me so tired, so emotionally drained. I needed to do something to lift my spirits.




So I took a vacation.




I decided to grow a moustache and practice my levitation skills.




But I learned that there are consequences waiting for those that seek power.




Terrible consequences.




Fortunately, I've since learned to control my power, and use it only for good.




So you see, I've had quite a year. My only regret is that my travels have kept me far away from you. Yet now that you are here with me, it seems like we were never apart.




Close your eyes. ... Okay, you can open them.




Happy birthday. I made these croissants for you. They are the croissants of our love.




But enough talk. Words are such futile devices.




Come, join me in the water. Let us make the most of the time we are given.




We will have a party. Your party. Today.




And tomorrow.




And forever.