Hey, Happy Birthday, Minnesota.
I know I sometimes bitch about you, especially in what you laughingly call "Spring," but I'm kinda fond of you. Some people have argued that you were born out of oppression and that your birthday isn't something to celebrate, but, hey, who doesn't have a dark past?
I've only been hanging out with you for the last 8 years after meeting you at a party about 16 years ago, but, ya know, from the start I liked you. You're kinda laid back and easy-going and you don't take yourself too seriously. That's cool.
And, not to be shallow, but you are absolutely beautiful. You've really taken care of yourself over the last 150 years and it shows, not like some states I could mention.
Anyway, I don't always say it, but you're alright in my book. Happy Birthday.