08 February, 2011

Whoosh! There goes another one.

You may notice a small change on the site. Look up. 

That's right.  I'm no longer 42.  Now I'm 43.  Today, actually. 

And you know, I just don't feel bad about it.  I really don't.  I feel like a million smackers!  Even though, this morning, there were no presents, no flowers, no cards.  Instead, I woke up to the sound of my cat vomiting on my shoes.  Which possibly isn't the happiest way to start one's birthday but is still a gift of sorts.  If a rather unsavoury one.

Nevertheless, this evening, I encourage you to go out and have a lovely cocktail.  A martini perhaps.  A martini so dirty you have to take it out the back and smack its bottom.

I'll see you there.  I'll be the one in the shoes with the suspicious bile coloured stain on them.

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