Today I feel lazy, so because it is the DAY OF ME, whereupon I turn 44. I said to Fred over the weekend “I can’t believe I’m almost 43.” He said “Oh, are you staying at 43?”, and I had to do the MATH to figure out how old I really am. When I was a kid and old people (44 was ancient to me back then. Now it seems REALLY YOUNG. Shaddup.) had to stop and think about how old they were, I figured they were messing with me, because who on EARTH doesn’t know how old they are. Yeah.
Anyway, I’m going to go settle on the couch and catch up on my TV-watching, and not do a thing all day long because it’s MY DAY and it’s all about ME. (At least until I get bored, of course. I might vacuum. We’ll see.)
Also, so you don’t have to go without your kitteh fix, here I am getting my very first kitten for my (I think) sixth birthday, so it was mumblety-mumble years ago. I don’t know. I can’t do the math. Her name was Suzy and I lurved her.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: She’s all ::sniffsniffsniff:: “HI TOMMY!” and he’s all “Yeah, whatever, runt.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Naturally, Mister Boogers heard us talking to them, and came up to be a jerk.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.