Happy Birthday to ME!

And so here we are, another year has past since I first burst into this world, yelling at my mother and ordering the nurses about. This Saturday marks the ?? anniversary of my birth, if you were alive then you probably felt a tremor as I landed in the doctor's arms...the world has never been the same.

Birthdays are often a time for reflection, most often over a bevy of beverages, a half-eaten cake by your side.
I like to think that I have contributed positively to society, after all, someone has to tell folks how to act right, lest they continue to run around acting like pure-T fools. And who else would listen tirelessly to all your relationship issues and tell you the absolute truth about how to handle them? I mean, if it weren't for your old pal Queenie, you might have gone out a bought a turban or have attempted to make small talk in an elevator.

Just think of all the missteps you might have made were it not for the words of wisdom you read every morning (or well a couple mornings a week...give me a break, I do have a life you know.) But you don't have to thank me, I consider the time spent shaping lives my contribution to the greater good. Some feed orphans in Africa, some do mission work in Asia, I write hateful emails in America....we all have to do our part.

I'm off for a few days to lie in the sun, drink Mo-Mos and eat cake in a glutenous fashion without the slightest hint of guilt! A celebration fit for a Queenan, as it were- a party of one, for one, and buy one (or two if it fits just right;-) So go ahead, shower me with gifts...I have my Thank You Notes ready!