FOURTH visit to Zupas+SECOND day of post cut and color bad hair=FORTY TWOOTH year on Earth, people!
And while relishing the MADE FOR ME PERFECT BIRTHDAY WEATHER yesterday, swigging down a Dr. Pepper from Anony, and arms open wide walking t'ward what was sure to be a cascade of gifts once I opened the mailbox...a waterfall of blue Tiffany boxes, birthday checks and Jag convertibles...while singing a duet with Carly Simon in ANTICIPATION of the abundance of ketchup love that was soon to be pouring down upon my hamburger head...well, I was just overcome with what fantastic friends ME has earned.
You're my allowance for the ILLUSTRIOUS WOMAN IN ZION job that I do so well.
Little amigo coins in my ceramic pig.
The tip jar at the register of the Princess Lisa establishment.
Now I do have to say that the mailbox action was more drought than flood. But then, sometimes houses wash away in heavy rains. And sometimes it's required of Lisa to shove her knife down into that damm stubborn, stingy Heinz bottle and drudge up her own 'just what I wanteds', on account of she's tired of pretending she likes bottles of bath salts from All a Dollar.
Not that she doesn't.
Just that she doesn't.
Anyway, that's what I did. I purchased, people. I didn't purchase PEOPLE. I purchased COMMA people. All manner of wares~from vintage purses to Halloween decor. Every last piece, just what I wanted! Then I left it out in the car overnight, so as to prolong the suspense.
"HOW DID YOU GUESS?!" I squealed upon sifting through bags this morning.
"Oh, I just listened to your subtle hints." I replied.
"BUT IT'S PERFECT! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED ALL OF THIS!" I effused.
"I know. It's just that you mean so much to me, I had to make sure this was your best birthday ever." I humbly admitted.
And it was. At least until next year, when I'm sure to outdo myself.
So you see, all of you nay givers actually gave me the best present of all...permission to spoil the birthday girl like a piece of forgotten fruit in a warm crisper.
And no, that smell is NOT me...
...it's the fermenting roses I sent me.