For some reason I dressed all in shades of brown with black and white highlights today. I likely look like a monkey, but as my big bro points out, I don't have to smell like one too. I could shower. But I didn't, because it's my birthday and I didn't want to. Happy birthday to me, I live in a zoo, I look like a monkey, and I smell like one too. Oh, wouldn't it be awful if I smelled like "one/TWO"? Eegads! Then again, I'd fit in at the park where I cruse the homeless cliques in my never ending search for a good source of TB.
I also didn't want to drive the kids to school so the hubster did it. I stayed in my jammies until 9:30 in the a. to the m. Then I bought myself a full-fat iced mocha from a local joint who gave me a 15% discount on account of how awesome I am (and how I rocked my Catcard). Heck, for all I know the coffee wasn't even Fair Trade and it came in a one-time use (but recyclable) plastic cup that didn't even drip on my shirt. Afterward, I went to my son's school on the premise that I would train to volunteer in the library. I was really only going to hang out with Anna who was casual cool in a Japanese coy T. We went to lunch.
Food was a big part of my big dia. I got some backyard tomaters from Molly and popsicles for FOUR kids plus myself from Kathy and hung out with Cassandra and Yvonne. Then Todd-o and Jesse took me and the ankle biters out for dinner. YUM-O and no dishes bitches! Please excuse my tone. I think my husband's near beer has gone to my head. Luckily, he limited himself at one. That was his joke, btw. He's hilarious.
Even the chickens helped me celebrate. They each gave me a perfectly shaped and colored egg. Thoughtfully, Flower treated me to an egg from the nest and not one randomly left in cacti or the coop floor. Jesse's aunt sent me a pewter photo frame and of course my grandmother sent me a check for $25. Kari sent me a cardi and so did the dentist and a restaurant. My dad wished me happy birthday on his blog and my mother sent me a "card is in the mail" e-mail. I live a fat life!
Finally, because it's my birthday, I'm not going to bother with "visual interest" on my blog. Now it's time to leave you now (right bro?).