On Sunday it'll be 35 years since I tore myself from my mother's womb kicking and screaming. Poor mom, what'd she do to deserve that? Well, to celebrate this grand occasion I'm kicking up my heels up at Sea Ranch with The Mikes (kinda sounds like a pathetically white rap duo, doesn't it?). Oh wait, I forgot that I'm not supposed to know where we're going... I meant to say I'm going away to a yet to be disclosed destination of birthday bliss. Four days away from work, laundry and commute traffic. That'll be nice, but even better: four days that are all about me. While it's true that every day is already about me, this will be like extra special days about me where I can demand umbrella clad fruity cocktails, therapeutic herbal sea weed wraps and little chocolate shavings on my raspberry chocolate mousse. Of course, it'll be just my luck that "the pathetically white rap duo" will read this before we leave tomorrow and decide to cancel the whole thing. I was just kidding guys. Jeez. I can live without the chocolate shavings.
| March 29, 2007 01:57pm | 
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hmmmm. pathitic? wait until you hear the lil' rap number me and my home'e but together for your b-day. you will be so glad we are not doing it in a public place. But as Michael says, "its not a birthday but a birth season" so we will use sea ranch as a practice ground and be sure you get some public humiliation when we get back.
| March 29, 2007 5:45PM
Did you have a good spanking? I hope so ....Happy Belated Birthday!
Heidi | April 4, 2007 7:37AM