Call me the Birthday Gal... but just don't call me late to dinner!
Who's getting old?
So today I am 42...FORTY TWO! I just ran 2.5 miles and didn't die, I'm counting that as a victory. I'm running a 5K this weekend, I hope I see the finish line. I don't like to get old, not 1 tiny bit. I'm going to put on my snood
(to make sure my hair doesn't get wind blown, of course)
grab my shoes
and head to goodwill in my model T
and see if I can find some candle sticks and ugly bird figurines... isn't that what most of you do on your birthdays? I'd sit home and wait for my white Range Rover to arrive, but last year I was sorely disappointed and told the Mister to just have them park it in the garage!
I've got my rascal loaded on the back,
My purse packed
and I'm ready to go.
I think while I'm in town I'll grab some fried mush and corned beef hash and wash it down with a decaf. If I feel crazy I might grab a tab!
Geesh, I hope I'm ok to drive.... maybe I should hitch my wagon to my mule instead?
Don't send gifts, just send metamucil
If I make it another day have I got something CUTE to show you tomorrow! Seriously, I squealed...OUT LOUD!