Mood:  party time!
Oooh... Happy Birthday to me...

So my mom and I were discussing children one day and I'd asked her exactly how late / early was I born. I was SUPPOSED to be an early October baby. So.... I decided to be a weasel and was born November 14, 1974. My brother was SUPPOSED to be like around the end of the year. He turned up in February of 1978.

I can't help but to wonder if doctors were off because of the fact that this was back in the 70s and they didn't have the technology then that they do now. Of course... this is why they call it PRACTICING medicine... they're still trying to get it right. Anyway... happy birthday to me... and I got hit on while at the gas station by this guy that I'd never SEEN BEFORE TODAY!!!

Yikes! I was amused... and so was my friend. I have his #, but I think I'll feed it to my cat. I'm looking for a young STUD! *lmfao* Like that's ever gonna happen... *roflmao*

Cheers everyone!

*dances around in my undies!*