Being attached to the Navy, I should be used to change. But...I don't. In fact, I'm convinced that life is out to get me with it's constant unraveling of my pre-planned life. What ever happened to my plan of kidnapping Mr. Wookie, buying a yacht, and living out in international waters? It was such a brilliant plan. Because I'm pretty sure Captain Ron doesn't care about birthdays. Only eye patches.
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| It's my birthday, Beary Soon. Har! |
So obviously I'm going to have a mini panic attack while it's less than 24 hours until my actual birthday. Why? I don't want to get older. Birthdays are for suckers. And I don't even have a cubicle to decorate - how sad is that? Instead, I'll be sitting at home, getting 5 birthday wishes on Facebook, 1 early-ass phone call from a certain blogger back in D.C., and I'll probably have to make my own coffee too. Gosh.
Maybe I'll convert Jehovah's Witnesses. Except they don't celebrate Christmas. And that's a deal breaker. Because I'm an awesome baker and present wrapper. I make Christmas!
But the countdown is on. And I'm not excited.
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
are we sisters, I actually took my birthday off facebook last year and told my husband to NOT tell the kids it was my birthday. I am so not a birthday person
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ReplyDeleteFive? You really think you're only getting five facespace hellos?
Don't be stupid.
Love, Me.
I hope you have a great birthday!
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