Friday, May 4, 2007
Landing squarely on the wrong side of thirty-five.
Look at this precious, innocent little thing.
Who would guess that 36 (yes, THIRTY FUCKING SIX) years ago today such utter loveliness would have entered the world?
Man, what a big head (then and now, I guess).
So I have to decide, do I wallow in self pity, gorge myself with cake, cake, cake and anger at the gods of time, aging and all that is wrong with being 3ofuckingsix?
Or, do I gloriously gorge myself with cake, cake, cake and champagne and happiness that I have a pretty great existence here with the rest of y'all?
I lean towards choice #1, as I love, love, love to wallow.
But, the disgustingly optimistic little leprechaun that lives in my pancreas tells me to suck it up & just enjoy all that is the damn birthday.
#2, I reluctantly choose you.
So gorge myself in the moment, I will.
Now, a choice needs to be made:
Is today a curl your hair and put on a patchwork jumper kind of day?
Is it a put on your seat belt & ride a turtle kind of day?
I guess as long as cake & champagne are involved, I'm willing to get a perm & ride a jackalope, if needed.
Have a gloriously indulgent day, my little potato dumplings.
P.S. As an addendum...Really good Champagne, cake and flowers were waiting for me after a particularly crappedy-crap-crap day at work (mine was bad, his was worse). Plus the whole brand new laptop & scanner thing.
Yes. He's pretty great.
I'll try to think of nice things I do for him so no one starts a "why Mr. Whiskeymarie needs to find a better wife" campaign. But, honestly, I would understand if you did.
To my credit, I had no problem with him leaving just now to go to a midnight screening of "Spider Man 3". I let him get his geek on whenever he wants, birthday or not. I am way too tired for the making of the love, I fucking hate movies like this piece of beetle dung, and this way I can finish the pricey bubbly myself.
Oh, and watch bad t.v.
Right now I'm watching "Three's Company". Where the kisses are hers and hers and his.
Janet REALLY needs to get laid. Seriously.
Word to your mother. And the Ropers.
P.S. Don't forget to see if you've been "tagged" in the previous post. You may be surprised to see your name there, my lovelies.
Just do it. You know you want to.
Posted by Whiskeymarie at 9:44 AM
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Happy birthday, gorgeous.
happy birthday! growing old gracefully is overrated. re: 10 interesting things about me: i'm on it! xoxo
You are stunning! Happy Birthday you gorgeous thing!
Happy birthday! You brighten my days, so I hope that you enjoy your day.
Happy Birthday! Replace cake with key lime pie and we could be twins!
like ps, i'm on the ten things. i'm just treating it like a book report. i'm going to fall asleep with my face on top of it on sunday night.
Yes, massive quanities of cake sound good and maybe a shot of something to help w/that anger towards the gods of time.
Brother turned 35 yesterday. Boyfriend wrote him a card that said "I hear 35 is the new 55, maybe you can get the senior discount at the movies now."
Be thankful you didn't get that card.
And that patchwork jumper is back in style, I suggest you put it on and party it off.
Happy goddamn birthday!
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY! Now I know TWO fabulous people who were born on May 4th - my niece, and now you. Hope you had a fantastic night and be completely indulgent this weekend!
Those are great pictures.
Awwww, Happy Birthday! Sounds like you rang it in in perfect style. I mean, hey. Three's Company. Hubby getting his geek on sans his loving wife after providing flowers and beverage. Well done.
hope you had a happy birthday! thirty six is still young! i see your tag, i'm up to the challenge. : )
Happy birthday, girl!
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