So, lets start the annual festivities where I invite you to a fantasy e-party and you accept graciously for fear that I might rip out your tongue and feed it to you. But don't worry, I'd serve it with that fantastic orange cream stuff that I got on Valentine's Day. And you'd like it.
This year's party is going to be much sleeker than my 28th. Because I just feel more sophisticated somehow. Like if 29 was a dress it would be a perfectly tailored curve-hugging satin knee-length number with a plunging back. One that is so fabulous that every time you slipped it over your shoulders a limousine would automatically show up at your front door to cart you around.
So, without further ado, please don your best mousepad and welcome to my party.
First stop, Arizona desert
to watch the sun set.
I hope you're not tired,
because we're wrapping up
the night in Vegas, baby!
What? You won so much cash
that you wouldn't feel right
not getting me a gift? Aww.
To play along, just copy a link of the present you’d like to get me in your comment. To show my appreciation, I got you a little party favor, you know, for the memories. Thanks for coming!