The ever charming Donna Lethal has sent us a Happy Birthday greeting on the wall of our Facebook page (a sidenote: I have no idea what Facebook is or does. I signed up for it and now it keeps bothering me.) Thank you Mme. Lethal
Yes, it’s true, mrpeenee’s birthday is Sunday, April 5. Yay. I will be 54 years old. Actually, I can now leave out the exact number of years and simply render that statement as “I will be old.” Do I care? No. Honest, I don’t. Many, many of the friends I started out with are not here now. Dead, doncha know. Since this is the only alternative, I’ll take it.
To celebrate, I have a shiatsu massage lined up for Saturday night. The evidence that I’m old is not that I will not be chasing boy butt on that night, but that I am looking forward to having some guy poke his elbow into the knot between my shoulder blades MORE than I would any boy butt I can think of, even the one in the post below. Sort of.
For my birthday itself, R man, Urban Pirate and I are planning a luncheon blowout of hotdogs with chili. Since his heart surgery a year and a half ago (how time flies when you’re not dead) R Man and I have been very virtuous about avoiding fat, so no hot dogs except for special occasions. We’ll also go out for Thai food that night. I assume I will spend April 6 burping, but it will be worth it.