Birthday Recap

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You all must be getting tired of me talking about my birthday, this is my last post regarding it. I swear. Well, that is I do not think of anything else to say...


Last night, after eating my lovely dinner, being lauded and praised by my lovely family and opening my lovely gifts, Dad said we were going to smoke cigars and talk about the meaning of life. So, I bundled up, thinking he was kidding and that we were going to have a nice, birthday-like chat. But alas! I was wrong! He indeed was quite serious and there we sat, as Dad tried to teach Sarah to blow smoke rings with his hand-rolled cigar from Honduras. I think he was slightly annoyed that I was far more fascinated with beating the ash of the end of the cigar than I was with actually smoking.

So. I can say that I smoked. And inhaled. And will never smoke again. Ever. It is disgusting. It stains your teeth. Ruins your skin. And makes you smell like a house a-fire. A house filled with musty books nonetheless. Oh how our family has changed!

Moving on! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone that made my brithday lovely with the cards, gifts and birthday greetings and wishes!

(I gave everyone at work thank you cards, and they were amazed! AMAZED!! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO OUR MANNERS THAT WE ARE NOW AMAZED WHEN PROTOCOL IS FOLLOWED!!!!)

2 Responses to “Birthday Recap”

  1. Blogger joy 

    I didn't get a thank you card. Should I be amazed?

  2. Blogger Porkchop 

    You were doing your sisterly duty. End of story.

    Actually, thank you for sucking up the Matt tears for a WHOLE EVENING!!

    Just kidding. Seriously. Thank you.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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