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Blasted Bloody Fockin’ Birthday

I turned 45 on the fourth.  Not happy with that so far.   Urg.  Arg. UGH.  Urk.   

5 Responses to “Blasted Bloody Fockin’ Birthday”

  1. Howzabouta gallon of ritas and some queso on the side to celebrate!?!?

  2. Happy(?) Birthday!

  3. Er, um….sorry for belated birthday wishes. But happy birthday. Even if it did suck. After my 39th birthday last summer i swore that there would be NO MORE birthdays for me. this does not, of course, excuse my husband from celebrating my NON birthday every year with expensive yet tiny gifts.
    We’ll see how that goes.

  4. that’s just 41 in boy years

  5. Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. :) Cheers! Sandra. R.


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