Hello there my lovelies,
Yesterday was my birthday, and I turned 26. A lot of people wished me well and left comments on MySpace. Even my brother called me up. He's never done that before.
I went out to dinner with a friend and I used the fart machine that my dad gave me. It was pretty funny. I used it in the car. I hit it in my purse, so it sounded muffled like a real fart ususally does. And he bought it. It was so funny. He rolled down the windows. Then I let it rip a couple of times in the nice Italian restaurant that we went to. Though I was careful not to embarass myself in front of the waiter. I eventually showed him the fart machine with the remote. I can fart, but I am not capable of such a high volume.
I guess as you get older, you stop expecting presents and cake and start counting your blessings. I was just happy yesterday that the weather was sunny, that I am healthy, and that I got to see my family again.
Anyway, I better get back to work. Ciao Ciao.