Thursday, February 3, 2011

Birthday Blues

     Uh-oh. I just looked at the calender...
It's here again. My writer's birthday. Hide the liquor!   
     Ohhh...this one's going to be rough. She's thirty-nine on Saturday.
     Every year, around this time of year, she whines and moans about her weight, her hair, her wrinkles and her misspent youth. Isn't she a little young for a mid-life crisis?
     Wah,wah, wah. Can you imagine what she'll be like next year? When she's forty?
     She thinks she's old? I'm so old, I don't remember the first one hundred years.
     She worries about her career? I nearly blew up the universe at my last job. How's that for stress? I was in charge of the welfare of The Energy. How's that for responsibility?

     She's worried that she's not a good enough writer. Nonsense! She's a genius! After all, she created me, right?
     Happy Birthday to my writer-the woman who gave me existence. Cheer up, Mrs. M-- cause I'm fantastic.
     Hmmmm....What do you get for the woman who has me?

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  1. I love this post! Thoeba, you're hilarious. Happy Birthday to your writer-who-created-you. I adore you both <3

  2. We adore you too, Dawn!!

  3. Happy birthday to a wonderful lady, just remember life begins at 40, so you have not even started to live yet :) xoxoxo love you {{{hugs}}}

  4. (As Donna)

    Awww....Thank you! I'm actually okay with it. Thoeba's over 900 years old, so she is NOT very sympathetic! ;)