Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Boogie That Be

Put on some Black-Eyed Peas or the Duchess ('cause I am all about the Fergie these days), if you prefer and shake your booty! It's a party!


*fat, sad white housewife dance moves inserted here*


I'm 36 years old today, people! UH-HUH! Right over there is the champagne. To the left of that are the chips and dip. Across the room are cupcakes and ice cream. Don't knock your noggin on the balloons and streamers. There are a bunch of them up there. 'Cause it's a party!


Dance a little dance for me (but don't slip on the confetti), have a drink, some yummy food and sing a few bars of Happy Birthday for me. Doesn't matter which version or if you're off-key, because it's party! Hell to the yes!


Post me a birthday wish in the comments!

4 comments:

Kate Walz said...

Happy Birthday! I wish you a day of relaxation and fun.

Not bad from a total stranger, eh?

Jenni said...

Oooh, thanks for the treats! I'm stuffing my virtual face with all your virtual goodies.

"hell to the yes" is cracking me up!

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! May your 36th year be T to the A to the STY!

Jenni/One Thing

noble pig said...

Happy B-day my dear...enjoy it! My reign as a 36 year old is almost over, I will pass you the crown.

However, I've spent half the year telling everyone I am 37 because I forgot!

Andrea said...

Happy Birthday, again!

Hope you were able to salvage your day and enjoy some cake.

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