you don’t look it

Hi, hi, it’s my birthday. Due to various circumstances, it was very low-key but quite pleasant nonetheless. The only BOOOO is that I seem to have contracted a cold, which cancelled some key planned activities, including

  • having a picnic with my darling manfriend
  • fulfilling my birthday wish of getting a little drunk
  • getting a mani-pedi to repair the horror of chiseling, grouting, paint touch-upping, and clawing frustratedly at my face
  • putting barbecue all over me
  • writing a “state of the union” style blog post ala 2011

I cannot complain. After a wonderful phone convo with sis Annie, the lovely manfriend and his mom squired me about town, gently. They fed me soup and gave me lovely gifts. Here’s the front of the birthday card Lamar’s mom gave me. The inside will appear at the bottom of the post.

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I’m glad I got to go out a bit last night, so I didn’t feel like Ms. Feeble 2012. In addition to good food and conversation (and bread pudding with a candle!), my friend Shana fed me, as in fed every bit of my dinner (a brie salad) to me. It was weird, decadent, and fabulous.

I can’t complain. My friends and family love me, we’re all happy the odometer has ticked another year, I share the date with Freud, Orson Welles, George Clooney and Bob Seger. Hooray!

If you’re reading this, I hug you. You’re my friend and I’m happy you’re here.

And now, the punchline. This is the funniest card I’ve gotten. The more congested my head, the dumber the joke I like.

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1 Comments

  1. cloudy on May 8, 2012 at 10:21 am

    Love that the mother of the boyf gave you a fart joke for your birthday. Sorry you were sick for it but sounds like a pretty good day over all. SWAK!

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