It's Mah Burfday!

27 years ago, my mama took some fertility drugs to get me here. I just wanna say "stank you, very much" (please excuse the Andre 3000 reference).

Yep, today is my birthday. I'm sitting at work writing in my blog instead of laying around the house chillin. It's alright though, I'm still celebrating in my own way. I'm not doing any work or answering the phones. I know I'm pissing a lot of folks off today but I don't give a hot sandwich, 'cause it's my birthday!

My Thanksgiving was good, the whole family was at my mom's house which made her happier than President B.u.s.h. in a liquor store. I like when my whole family gets together now that we're older. Before hand, getting us all in the same room together was like inviting the Crips and the Bloods over for some hot wings (not a pretty sight at all). Now that we're a lot older and not living under the same roof with the exception of my younger brother, we get along swimmingly! Well, except my brother is still a major deadbeat.

In any case, don't you hate when your co-worker know it's your birthday and they still refuse to wish you happy birthday? Stupid bitches. I ought to rub my heavily soiled maxi pad in your face.

Until the next time........................................