Happy freakin’ birthday
It was my birthday. Yaay. Now I’m the prime age for using acne cream simultaneously with wrinkle cream all while fending off emails messages, phone calls and faxes from various members of my family asking, “When are you going to have a baby?”

Well, I’m happy to make the announcement here. I’m planning on getting pregnant sometime in the fall of Never.

Shout out to Amazon
Thanks for getting all my Christmas gifts to the right people all gift-wrapped and with a bow. I ordered everything in November just to be on the safe side – we’ve a few incidents in the past and I didn’t want a nasty repeat of the year when Deeps present didn’t come until Dec. 28. That was a bad scene and I did vow never to shop with you again.

But after yelling and threats and hate-filled emails you made up for it and I thank you.

By the way, my parents want to thank you for making sure that I received my birthday gift from my wish list in a really timely manner. My presents haven’t shown up yet and my birthday was only a week ago. Aren’t I lucky?

And while I’m rounding out the bitter
Thank you Boston for being such a bunch of whiners about the weather. Today it was 25 degrees and you’d think hell has literally frozen over. It's all over the news. People are going crazy. Put on a sweater and quit your crying. This is hardly frigid – it’s barely freezing. Just a scant few years ago (okay, more than a decade) I still had to go to classes when the actual air temperature was –37. That wasn’t wind chill people.

Every girl’s dream
I’m officially an turning into an old, bitter crank that is well on her way to being an old, childless, bitter crank with more than one cat. Thankfully Deeps has implemented a one-cat policy, but I think I could force the issue if I wanted.

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