Oh, hell! I missed it. My own anniversary-or rather blither blather's first yr anniversary-on May 23rd to be exact. Well-that's probably for the best because ya'll know I could not have resisted the urge to wax poetic or become myopically maudlin or rhapsodize nostalgic. So instead...screw it. We missed the boat, folks. You're off the hook for sending me a boring, obligatory anniversary card. But s'riously-thanks to all ya'll for sticking around while I ran amok over her at blither blather headquarters, took a ride on the crazy train, made an EFL (enemy for life), and created enough Jersey style drama the likes of which those Real Housewives could only dream. So here's to another year of bitchin' and bellachin' and snarkin' and eye rollin'! Stick around...this here she-bang can go bad in a bald headed second.
Here's what the illustrious Mark Twain says about anniversaries:
What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light...
- Notebook, 1896
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