Blasted Bloody Fockin’ Birthday
6 02 2008I turned 45 on the fourth. Not happy with that so far. Urg. Arg. UGH. Urk.
Life its Ownself
There they go– I must hurry after them, for I am their leader.
I turned 45 on the fourth. Not happy with that so far. Urg. Arg. UGH. Urk.
Howzabouta gallon of ritas and some queso on the side to celebrate!?!?
Happy(?) Birthday!
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.