Tuesday, October 5

Less than 24 hours...then I'm old.

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.

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.



  1. 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

  2. *playing a teeny weeny violin*

    Five? You really think you're only getting five facespace hellos?

    Don't be stupid.

    Love, Me.

  3. I hope you have a great birthday!