Birthday Booty

Skippy Peaches the ssssssstupit Pleasure Piggy (aka ME) turns 40 on April 3. That's this Saturday, pumpkins.

I'm having a big ol' birthday party at my house and the boyfriend is going to be here. I'm so happy my head is going to fly off. Other contributions to the aforementioned giant charlie-brown head flying off include a long-overdue reconnect with Scott, and in general, just the giant aggregation of all these wonderful people in my life, including Felicia and Stork (the latter of whom is my heterosexual life partner, tho I am not his homosexual life partner, go figure), the astounding Chip and my sherpa-guides to Northern California from way back, Dave and Lisa.

FTP, of whom I have written, will not be attending, unfortunately, but tonight he gave me the first birthday present I've received so far....a hot-pink piggy with my likeness glued to its face. Oh, and inside, an iTunes gift certificate, one song for each year of my life (that's 40, wise-asses).

My folks are buying the birthday cake, and so tomorrow, when I call Citizen Cake I get to a) tell them I'm turning 40, b) tell them I want a Hello Kitty cake, and c) ask them if it's ok if my Mommy pays for it.

It just don't get better'n'nat, chil'rens.