Birthday week starts with DOB on the 13th and ends with the F-bomb on the 24th. It also encompasses Duke and my Mom and a girl name CeCielia and a lady I just met at work. Sometimes it seems like in the seventies people only got laid in February.
Tomorrow the F-bomb starts school which seems to make me sadder than her. We have been celebrating both of our Birthday Week by gorging ourselves on cake and icing every night. Well Cake with Icing on top and then great spoonfuls of icing to wash it down. The F-bomb saw me vibrating to day from the sugar and caffiene.
As a final gasp of summer we saw District 9 today. It was very biological and left us both feeling pretty dystopian. I also don’t like movies that come out in August because all the trailers are for scary holloween movies. Blech!
Look at pictures at Whispering Glades. They are very pretty.
Now I need to go before the F-bomb kicks me out of bed for typing.
Happy Birthday F-Bomb!
