Today is my birthday and the universe made sure that I took notice by rubbing my nose in the fact that I am getting older, every which way I turned.
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That's not a very nice sign, Universe!
Um, ok...throw it in my face why don't you?
Fatty McFatfat is getting older and plumper, I get it!
Hey now! No one is supposed to know that!
Yep, I actually saw 32 coming down the road to meet me and they didn't look friendly at all!
Oh no! When 32 meets 31, it's on...they are ready to rumble.
OH 32 is a dangerous, vicious age...31 stands no chance against these Barbaric Birthday numbers
Aghh! In a matter of moments, 31 is reduced to mangled roadkill...and 32 carries on to their birthday party as planned, right on schedule
Mangled and broken, age 31 must make it's own way to the funeral home
Poor little 31
Age 31 you will be missed, you sure were a fun year to hang with
I will be sending my 32 to Chuck Norris' Roundhouse Boot camp...so when it comes time to rumble next year with 33, 32 will win and live forever!
*evil laugh CD disc 1 track 3*
No one sent me a card this year or maybe they did but I won't find out for 6-8 weeks because of the uber efficient *italics = sarcasm* postal services offered here in Asia...so instead of getting bummed out, I decided to create a card for myself and share it with you guys.