But while I'm here....cuz I didn't exactly know where to put it where she'd see it...I'll wish Marjancin a Happy Birthday.
Just curious, Marjancin - are you going out to eat for your day? <snicker> My birthday wish for you is a nice peaceful dinner free from crazies, baby poop, and stinky feet.
LOL, I can't believe I missed this, seeing as it was posted on my birthday!
Anyways, actually I did go out to dinner with my boyfriend (we worked things out) and it was actually free from anything bizarre happening (for the first time since God only knows when!), which was a very good birthday present in itself. There were absolutely no babies there (so needless to say, there was nobody loudly annoucing that their baby just took a shit), nobody nearby took their shoes and socks off, or there was nobody hollering at me for biting my nails, nor was there anybody talking in detail about gross, gory scenes from movies, which happened at Red Lobster back in 2004. This, by the way, is where my boyfriend and I went out to dinner this time around. All in all, it was a good birthday.
My old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next! You're next!"
They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
Happy Belated, LeGig. And you're right; we should catch up sometime - it's been a couple years at least, I think. I never drive passed DiMagios without thinking of you. Have a little coffee with your sugar?
Thanks, guys. There's cake! A pretty pink cake. You can never have too much cake, and the great thing about cyber-cake, (aside from virtual calories don't go straight to your thighs), is that it never runs out.