Please excuse the regression to my 5-year-old self.
But I’m having an early birthday celebration this weekend! I’m so flippin’ excited that I may pee my pants! Oops…too late…. Apparently bladder control starts to go at age 29.
So you’ll have to do without me for a few days. I know, I know. Deep breaths.
What? You forgot my birthday was this month? I can’t believe that you would forget something so important. I mean, it’s not like you have your own blogs, lives, children, and pets to take care of or anything. (::head hung in shame:: <–Yours, not mine.)
Anyways, as my early birthday present, please pick one of the following:
- Search for a Pete, Jr. (I heard Pete was quite the ladies’ penguin.)
- Bake some cookies (and then send me a sample).
- Check out my About and Background pages. (I updated them forever ago and then didn’t tell you.)
- Start a fundraiser for
meyou and me to go on another cruise.
Now for some serious business.
Serious Business #2: Please send wrinkle cream. Apparently my 29-year-old forehead needs some.
Note to self: Never make that face again. It causes wrinkles.