Spent gorgeous Saturday on beach with coworkers at summer outing. Some coworkers, surprisingly, are hiding v. nicely cut bodies beneath their Monkey Firm apparel. Did not mind watching the sand volleyball games one bit! Others, though, should have kept certain unflattering elements under wraps. Have now seen enough varicose veins, beer bellies and cracks (blech!) to last this gal a lifetime.
Came away from summer outing with new appreciation for yellow fin tuna, a few new tan lines and without part of my big toe. Was horrible. Have been saying that injury resulted from shark attack, but really, was just yours truly being quite clumsy among the rocks on her way from ice cold sea water to warm sandy towel. Dear god, the pain! That is indeed one way to get one on one attention from the nice looking life guard, but clearly not the best. 48 hours later and the mortal wound is still bleeding. Gross.
Am going to be celebrating another year of life on Saturday. Can’t believe how the years have crept up! Twenty five? TWENTY FIVE? Was supposed to be famous and successful and happy by twenty five. Oh, the shame. Oh well. Shall be one big party to celebrate the shame, and am looking forward to night of blatant debauchery!
oof!! sorry fishy!!
maybe your limp will get you enough attention to make it worth it??
There’s still time.
Also, arguably, the comment-quantity you have says that you ARE already famous.
Happy Birthday! Remember when I said we had a lot in common? I’m celebrating another year older on Saturday too – I kid you not!
Yay! Happy birthday!
Enjoy your birthday! Fame, success and happiness are all relative…
I resemble that remark.
Happy Birthday fellow Cancer girl! I will hopefully be recovered from my own Friday night debauchery by Saturday.
Big toes are only good for balance and back rubs anyway.
Hope your birthday is slap-happy fun! I remember 25 like it was almost five years ago.
Wow Fish, you’re exactly ten days older than me… have a happy birthday!
TWENTY-FIVE??? I can’t believe you’re THAT YOUNG! (And remember, I haven’t seen you, so that’s a comment on your maturity and writing, not your looks.) (If I saw you, I’d probably think you were 18 or 20.)
hey fishie, happy quarter of a century!
may your own Q2 be better, livlier & lovelier than the Q1!
all the best.
cheers!
ouch to the toe! Fish is gonna be 25, yay! I am getting ready to say goodbye to 25..::sniff::..25 and I had a fabtabulous year together…here’s wishing you and 25 great fun!
Happy Birthday, Fish! My 24th is on Saturday too. Love your blog.