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!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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4 comments:
Happy Birthday! I wish you a day of relaxation and fun.
Not bad from a total stranger, eh?
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
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!
Happy Birthday, again!
Hope you were able to salvage your day and enjoy some cake.
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