It’s my birthday and I’ll have a green phallis-shaped bunch of balloons if I want to!
Today I’m 42 years old, folks. And actually, I’m NOT gonna cry about it.
I’ve got some saggy skin and a crease or two but overall, I’m saying 42 is the new black/25/best year of my life. I’m going to embrace the good with the bad and find happiness in each moment. I’m going to take my kiddos for a matinee viewing of my favorite ever Alice in Wonderland. We’re going to gorge on popcorn and overpriced candy. Then stop for more sugary Fro-Yo on the way home. To me, it sounds like the best plan ever.
Who wants a balloon?