A mommy blogger was born!
Um... Yeah, that would be me.
I don't have a baby picture to share (a blogger without a baby picture of themselves on their birthday? Isn't that a bit like a surgeon without a scalpel? Pooh Bear without his honey? A taxi driver without his cab?)
This is the oldest picture of me I have:
I'm wearing my mom's pearls.
Yup. I was that much of a geek. Who knows where "Hello Polly!!" comes from? Tell ya what... The person who comes up with the best quotation from the same people who brought us the "Hello Polly!!" of my grad write-up will win a crocheted eyeball toy of some description. The winning quotation will be chosen by me, based on which one is my favourite. The eyeball toy will be designed and created by me and sent to you.
And, "cryptic comments that no one will ever understand." Hun? What am I talking about exactly? I really have no idea. I'm not cryptic at all. At least, not now. Now, every stray thought that comes into my head makes it out of my mouth; often without the benefit of a filter.
And isn't thirty three a great number? 33. I've always like threes. There.... that's kind of cryptic, no? "I've always liked threes." I'm obviously a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Yup. That's me. No one will ever understand my cryptic comments.
And I tend to babble. Have you noticed?
But I'm 33 today. So happy my birthday everybody!