It’s good to be 39…again
Hee, Boy woke me up by singing Happy Birthday, and then gave me fuzzy socks. I LOVE fuzzy socks. I’m like the Imelda of socks…I just can’t resist them. 
And so today, as I reflect on a life mostly well spent…you know, if we don’t count a few years here and there, I’d like to say that I’ve decided that I shall never grow older than 39, and as such, if all of my friends could also stop aging, that would be fabulous. I know that I’ve known some of you for over 20 years, and at some point, we’ll have known each other longer than the age I’m admitting to…so, some day, when we’re all white haired and wrinkly, and shaking our sticks at the kids in our yard…then we can all admit to the dread 40…but until then, if y’all could back me up on this whole 39 thing, I’d consider it a personal favor. 
And now, for the LOLCAT:
Halloween was great fun, a couple different sets of friends brought their kidlets (See Bookpixie’s journal for some adorable pictures of our Boys in their Star Wars costumes. How adorable is Yoda? I swear, that child is my favorite (not my) baby.
Boy had a bit of a girl problem when both of his princesses wanted him to walk with them, so the Men ended up herding a big ol batch of kids. I dressed up in a silly pseudo scary spiderlady (not comic book…I mean I had spiders glued on and whatnot) costume and handed out about 15 pounds of candy. I saved a bag of milky ways though. I mean, I’m not stupid, PMS is just around the corner.
It was a great night. So, I tried some of the Target Archer Farms appetizers…and they were really good. The brie en croute was absolutely worth the money. That’s a pain in the ass to make, and this was almost as good. The orange and marscapone tarts were a huge hit and my homemade spinach pies disappeared faster than expected. Even the kids liked them. But then, what’s not to love with spinach, cheese, spices and flaky dough? Yum. I’m having the 3 that are left for lunch today.
All in all, great Halloween.
Happy Birthday to you
You belong in the zoo!
You look like a monkeyeeeeeeee
And you smell like one tooooooooooo!
*snort*
*hands you cake*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Heee! You saved cake! You are new best friend!
Thanks! 39. Remember. None of use can get older than that, or people will begin to get suspicious. My mother only recently starting copping to 49. Apparently, I was a miracle in more ways than one. Hee.
Not ONCE…..
….at all last night did you mention it was going to be your birthday today!!!
Hoppy Birdies to you, Hoppy Birdies to you, Hoppy Birdies dear 39 year old (who doesn’t look a day over 32!), Hoppy Birdies to you!!!!!
Happy Birthday sweetie! I would have saved you cake, but it was too yummy, lol.
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Happy birthday, hon!! ::hugs::
Hee! Well, I didn’t know Doug’s was on the 30th either. Next year, we should through a Scorpio bday party!
Thanks gorgeous!
I turn 30 next year, how the hell did I survive so long? Must be my Taurus instinct.
Happy Hallobirthday!
Thank boooo!
Hee.
Thanks!
firstly happy birthday 39th of course. (hehe and i actually am 39 so have no worries helping you stick with that story)
two…if no belated birthday surprises are wanted stick the cat outside as cake and cat don’t mix, despite what the cats say.
and thridly i am worried you know socks are dangerous don’t you, and if you truly are the amelda of socks you are in mortal danger, escape while you still can…..
Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy (39 or so) birthday!
Happy Birthday!
I’m not winking at your AGE, you know ~ of course not! Just shedding a tiny tear at how quickly the years seem to fly past while we are busy having fun, making soap, knitting, breaking footses, coping with nutsy neighbors, and cussing at the cat while laughing our heads off!
May your inner Joyspring always flow unencumbered, may all your zombies return home (reasonably) intact, and may all the virtual Jewels (tasteful, of course) make their ways to your door sporting adequate postage . . . . . Hugs, salaams, happydances and HUZZAHS for your natal day.
No, no…the socks are only dangerous if I try to take over a small South American nation. Else, I should be fine.
Hee! Danke!
Thanks!:)
Thanks darlin.
And thank you for always being willing to share a word of wisdom, a soupçon of prodding and a bevy of welcome advice. You are one of my online blessings. 
AAAaaaaaaaaaawwwwww, gee whiz! I feel so appreciated!!!! Thanx . . . . . . . and is a soupcan too much prodding??
Hee, never.
I was just posting about my birthday next week, slunk over here and noticed this post (I haven’t logged in in awhile) – happy belated birthday!! I too am turning 39 again
Hee, thanks. And back atcha!