Thank you so much for all of the primary songs and the Disney songs and the bi-lingual songs and the off-key songs in my comment box.
How many of you are sick to death of my birthday though, raise your hand!
In fact the next time I hear the b-word I think I might hurl.
So I know I told you that all I wanted for my b-word day (bleh!) was world peace, but I really just wanted to feel pop-U-lar. I wanted to feel for one day like even though I wasn't born on the Queen Mary, I should have been, or I could have been.
You guys so tapped into that.
Thanks. I'm totally feeling the lub.
But I have to admit I kinda miss the good old days before I was a dummy when I wouldn't tell anyone it was my birthday just so I could mope around all day feeling like I was born in a medical center. There's nothing like feeling sorry for yourself to justify acting like a spoiled brat.
Kinda missing that.
So do you guys want to hear about my day?
Something happens to you as you move closer and closer to that sweet spirit phase of your life.
You get nervy. Saucy, almost. Sometimes you get an intense urge to wear a bedazzled jacket and stick it to the man.
That's how I felt this morning. Maybe because my hub pulled us all out of bed at 5:30a.m. so we could sit around a table of flowers and French toast and FUZE (Don't ask me why he bought me FUZE. Totally random). He forced the kids to sing happy b-word day (bleh!) while he sprayed whipped cream all over my French toast.
I knew then it would be a gods-must-be-crazy day.
And it was!
I showered neked. I went outside without sunscreen. I parked in a tow-away zone.
But, get this, I didn't get towed away.
It was like the universe had my back.
The bestest part of the day, besides my grilled ahi sandwich at Lei Lei's, was this:
I got to hold him and lub on him and nuzzle him all night long. Oh, peeps I need a baby or something. I am right now at this very moment watching him through the sliding glass door and hoping he wakes up so I can comfort him.
I'm thinking I better sleep on the couch in case he needs me.
I pinky promise I 'll look for his owner tomorrow. Or the next day at the latest.
If any of you recognize him, don't call me, I'll call you.
The second best part of the day was at 10 pm when I got a mysterious knock on my door. OMGOSH, it was so exciting because no one was there and sitting on the porch was a Sadoku book and the most delicious vegan cookies ever from my daughter's hoity toity English teacher, Mariko. The little sneak. I'm thinking she dropped the cookies and ran because her last post was about how much she hates it when girls come to her door bearing cookies. Ha! Such a hypocrite.
But vegan cookies are so Yum-O! I savored every bite just trying to crack the secret vegan code. Tell me if I'm right, Mariko. Vegan instant oatmeal, vegan white chocolate chunks, vegan dark chocolate chunks, vegan instant banana pudding, and vegan apple sauce in place of the sugar.
No, I take that back. It's non-vegan sugar. But the big question is, butter or shortening?
Mahalo Mariko! Especially for the beautiful vegan card. I bet you or Jake took that photo. Am I right?
(BTW, that puppy is going to break my heart, isn't he? huh? huh? huh?)
K, peeps, b-word day (bleh!) is officially over so stop STARING at me and go AWAY!
(Wait, come back. I didn't mean it!)