Yep, I am about to hit the big 4-0
It matters not how I feel about this milestone...
...I'm turning 40!
And I'm throwing a big imaginary birthday party for meeeeeee!
So git in here! I painted my front door bright blue and hung up a nice festive wreath what with my birthday coinciding with Christmas and all!
Oh yeah, I did some intense decorating. I even got rid of all the cobwebs in the ceiling corners.
Now that you're in the door, let me put a glass of Blog Nog in your hand!
I've got Regular and Extra!
Even those who don't like egg nog in real life are crazy about my Blog Nog. It has no calories! It has no nothing, just fun!
Just in case you're fake-hungry, I am prepared.
Little chippy dippy things... yeah I don't know what they are. We'll just pretend they're tasty.
We've got twisty bread kind of things.
Some kind of cheese thing.
I've always busted out the Tiny Cheeseburgers, and while I still believe they are very cute and likely tasty as well, it has come to my attention that they are now being called "Sliders." I find this very unappetizing. It makes me think of gulping them down whole. What are we, pugs? (And wasn't there a TV show from the past starring Jerry McConnell called Sliders? Help me out here. Biddie? Anybody? Discuss!)
So none of those. Instead, Tiny Sammiches!
Tell me if they're good, okay?
And also, because even in Blog World I like to be healthy, some veggies and dip!
What? You don't like veggies?
Oh come on! Work with me here. (We're imagining, geddit?)
Okay, fine, have some pigs-in-a-blanket.
Wash it down with this!
Or this, if you insist on being all phosisticated.
Or the other kind.
Some people just can't go along cheerfully?
No problem. I got the good stuff too!
Best of all, being purtend, everybody can make it home safely!
HEY HANG ON, WHOA THERE.
I'M TURNING 40?
DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO BE A GROWN UP NOW?
I think I sorted this out at 30, actually.
(I cheated anyways... that picture above was taken when I was 37ish.)
I feel more like this now.
Question - does life really begin at 40? Discuss.
LIGHT ME UP THOSE CANDLES!
Somebody here must know how to play piano, am I right? Bust out some songs, people.
Yeah, now we're talkin'! Boom box baby!
Of course, the party always ends up in the kitchen.
You might find me in my new attic library though.
Maybe later we can go play in the snow!
I asked for a pygmy goat for my birthday last year. One of Jethro's clients thought that was the craziest thing he'd ever heard. But why wouldn't I want a little goat?
Look how cute she is!!!
She can't sleep on my bed though. The Pug and the cat are already there, and Jethro takes up a bit of room too. sigh. I guess I can ask for a cute little goat for my 41st birthday, right?
Hey. Check it out. I made it to 40.
Any more Christmas babies out there?
How about The Gorgeous And Talented Amazing Annie Lennox?
And of course, even though he probably wasn't born on Christmas day at all... and most likely did not look European and saintly...
I just like him so I'll include him.
Name some more?
Pretend to eat drink and be merry? Sing me happy birthday? Give me an imaginary critter to add to my collection? Party like a rock star?
Meet in the comments section!