It are my humphry bumphry

In a weird turn of events, I woke up one year older this morning.  I’ve gone from this:

To this:

Strange, I know.  I’m so much skinnier* now!

On Saturday a whole group of us rocked up at Emmerentia Dam and hoolahooped, played pass the parcel (with a twist**), ate cake, smuggled in alcohol, danced, almost lit my cake on fire and had a good time.  We then went through to Hooters and drank chocolate tequila and I personally was quite disappointed at the lack of hooters at Hooters.

Anyway, it’s my second birthday in Hoburg.  I am happy.  I am healthy.  I am blessed with special people in my life. Most of them ritards, but I love them all the same.

I can no longer say I’m in my early twenties, what a bummer.  But I’m just that much closer to my dirty thirties!

Here’s to another hundred years.  I’m getting closer to my goal of being the granny who makes awkward comments at family get-together’s and bribes the grandkids to pour the booze.

Love & smiles!

* In a fatter kind of way.
** The presents in the parcel were of a sexual nature.  It was rad.


  1. CC says:

    Happppppppppy Birthday! 26 is still young! you’ll be saying the same thing a few years from now.

    Wish you an awesome day, I’m sure Jon will spoil you, please tell us all about it tomorrow 🙂


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