Happy Birthday To Me

Hello! It's my Happy Birthday, so I thought I should tell you because it is a matter of grave importance and of public interest to boot!

Shameless hussy forsooth! So happy birthday to me, lalalalalala.

That was my first as you can probably tell from the cake. I look troubled as I had just pooped my pants. The folks kept trying to get me to smile in the studio and discovered why I wouldn't when they got home and checked my diaper.

OK I thought I would share what Julie (Googlie) wrote in her birthday card.

"Are You Sure It's Your Birthday? Are you really sure it's today? Really sure? I'm only asking because old people are so easily confused. Happy Birthday."

(OK that's not what she said, that's what the card said. Now for what she said)

Dearest Appu, (she calls me that, I donno why, maybe cos I call her, among others, Shi Sho)

Happy 35th! This was the rudest card I could find. And it's quite tame some more kan? Anyhoo so 35. Thirty five. Yesiree Bobbo...the big mid 30s. I just have to say this. You don't look a day over 25!

I am waffling so here's wishing you the best of all the ill-gotten booty there is to have, run wild and free like the bulls in Pamplona (sp?), enjoy the breeze like the tumbling tumbleweeds and fly high with the birdy num nums in the sky. (and poop on anyone who tries to 'lastik' you down).

Have a great one.

Love,

Juliet.

I would give you Jackie's card as well, cos it's sure to be as funny, only it hasn't arrived. Pout. Nemmindlar, I'll have an elastic birthday.

(I asked Julie what she meant by people trying to lastik me, and she said shoot me with a catapult while I'm flying high, lastik is sorta Malay for elastic).

Now that I've suitably amused myself...