To be, or not to be 31....

Well well well. Here it is, three days into November. Can you believe it? I know, I know. time goes by SOOOOOOO fast. And before you know it, my birthday will be here. Then, its downhill from there....then there is Thanksgiving, and Pearl Harbor Day...then its rolling faster on into Christmas Season, and of course, New Years Eve. Oh, and who could forget National Ding-a-ling day. And no smarty pants, that is not the official name for the day that I was born. Cause for those of you ding-a-lings that dont know, your day is December 12th. But, who could expect you to know that? you are mentally impared after all.

Anyhow, my birthday is approaching faster than expected. And I am not so sure that I am ready. So, I am thinking of re-scheduling. What's that you say? That I can't do that? The hell I cant. Obviously, you have not read the book of me. And number one rule in the book of me states (and I quote):

1. What I say goes. Period.

So see, if I decide to reschedule being 31 until like next year, then I fully have the ability to do so. Ha. And, don't put it past me. See, a year younger and no botox needed. Wow. i am so clever.

But, dont think for a min that just cause my birthday has been re-scheduled, if I decide to do so, that you dont have to get gifts. Cause you do. Obviously. Cause lets face it, being 31 is hard enough, and how am I supposed to be expected to face it without gifts??? Duh. Ain't happening.

Ain't happening!!!!

well, gatta run. I have much to do. Birthday decisions are big deals...especially when I am talking of rescheduling one.