Wow. After making the rounds in BloggyLand today, it seems like everyone is having a birthday in late September/early October. Even Paisley's little one has just joined the 'special group' of fall birthdays.
So, as not to feel left out, I declare today one of my 364 UN-birthdays. And while I'm not as loony as the Mad Hatter on his Un-birthday, I might just go celebrate with the Farm Boy.
Hmmm... I'm not quite sure how one celebrates an UN-birthday. I probably shouldn't have any alcohol. My lovely daughter passed along her cold --and mixing Nyquil and alcohol would be bad. Right?
Meh. The Farm Boy just called, and he is still over an hour away from getting home. That means dinner on my own. This is turning into a really sucky UN-birthday. Boo.
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Happy Un-Birthday.
For my real BD, I got a plugged sewer line in the house. Too many poopies at my party.
goldennib: yikes. I guess I'll count myself lucky! Good luck with that!
A sucky un-b'day is how an un-b'day should be. After all it is the opposite of a b'day... of course that means 364 sucky days a year...
Or if you are goldennib it means 364 days that are poopie free and one that is clearly not.
Just an update: My hubby who is brilliantly handy to have around, saved us loads of money by unstopping the blockage himself. He's fantastic.
Enough Nyquil and you won't need any additional alcohol. Whoo hoo!
I say postpone the damned thing until you are ready for some margaritas!!
Every tiem I try to celebrate my unbirthday, no one really gets on board. Let's celebrate together!
*throws streamers at DCMM*
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