I hear that 49 is the new Chocolate Frosting On the Face.

I guess this means I'm in for a good lickin'.

Seriously, I'm handling this marker better than I did the 39. Maybe I'm just more stoopit. I dunno.

Anyway. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a sudden urge to ride the aisles of the grocery store in a motorized cart, and maybe run the wheels up the heels of 30-Somethings.*

::I remember when the characters on 30 Something seemed old.::

*Dear loyal reader 30-Somethings. I'm not talking about you. Really. I'm talking about the imaginary 30-somethings who stole my nice ass and hairless chin(s).

P.S. Thanks everyone, for the Birthday Wishes Already!

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