It's 10pm. Do You Know Where My Year Has Gone?
Well. It's 9:50pm, Monday, September 17, 2007. In two hours and ten minutes it will be the day that 23 years ago I was born. I found my way out of the birth canal, YAY! *eye roll* Seriously, I did nothing except get smacked a few times, and be afraid of whatever was making this gawdawful noise (turns out it was my AuntDebbie squeeling, "oh! Look at the baby!" to which I blinked & looked around like, "ohmygawd, tell me that isn't coming with me!"). Didn't even want to cry, I was just looking around, checking everything out, and my dad (all '50's nervous, without the cigar) insisted I get smacked until I cried, to make sure I was alive. I was looking around, blinking, and probably trying to tell people I was hungry- I was fine. *eye roll 2* Oh, well.
I'm gonna get a shower & go to bed in my newly heated-mattress-pad-ed bed with softest blankie known to man on top (seriously, like powder- LOVES!!). Just wanted to post before the 18th rolled around. Cuz I'm strange like that. And I still have no clue what to think about being a year older. I don't really remember 22, what am I supposed to do with 23??
Talk to y'all later!
~TR
I'm gonna get a shower & go to bed in my newly heated-mattress-pad-ed bed with softest blankie known to man on top (seriously, like powder- LOVES!!). Just wanted to post before the 18th rolled around. Cuz I'm strange like that. And I still have no clue what to think about being a year older. I don't really remember 22, what am I supposed to do with 23??
Talk to y'all later!
~TR