Happy Birthday Brain-mate!

In lieu of my normal silliness over here, where I tell you about some ridiculous encounter I've had with someone, like the guy at Starbucks who never manages to present my beverage with the lid lined up evenly with the logo, ('cause you know I gotta stop and fix that shit when it's not lined up neatly), or I whine about some egregious sin committed against me, like when my idiot co-workers forget to do my work for me, I thought I would take a moment to wish a very Happy Birthday to that blogger who shares a brain with me.

See, I almost forgot it was her birthday because I was all busy-busy with Groundhog Day, Girl #2's birthday, untangling my fuzzy, blue hair, cutting my toenails, and all kinds of other stuff. On top of that, the weatherman screwed me out of the snow day that I was totally planning to use to catch up on all my important-y details like making a big red X on each day of my calendar that has already passed and playing around on Facebook. Fortunately for me, I happened to see a round, blue, googly-eyed piñata being strung up over on Diane's half of the brain and I was smart enough to stop what I was doing and pay attention. (By the way, should I be worried that Diane is about to beat the hell out of a piñata that looks like me? 'Cause it feels a little voodoo-y to me, but I'm trying not to worry about it.)

Anyway, after the initial shock from seeing a dummy of myself swinging in mid-air trying to avoid be bashed by Diane's Louisville Slugger, I realized she is much too old to hit me hard enough to be of any real concern.

AND THAT IS WHEN I REMEMBERED THAT SHE IS EVEN OLDER TODAY!

(Not that you're old, Diane. *fingers crossed* You're not. You can still bend over and touch your toes, and even though it is actually your boobies that touch your toes and not your fingertips, I think that totally still counts. Just be careful when you bend like that, 'k? You know that's a precarious position for you and I wouldn't want you to tip over 'cause I love you and all. That reminds me, too. We've got to get you one of those alarm thingees to wear around your neck so you can say, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" What? I AM ONLY LOOKING OUT FOR YOU!)

Kidding aside, if you don’t already know Diane, you should totally go HERE and meet her for yourself. Diane is one of the kindest, most sincere, inspiring, and loving people you’ll ever meet. And she’s got a damn fine blog, too. Seriously… she’s one of those people who will make your life a little richer and your heart a little warmer. While you’re over there, tell her Happy Birthday and ask her not to kill me. Maybe remind her that if my half of the brain dies, she’s a goner, too.

Oh, and make sure you shout when you tell her Happy Birthday, ‘cause she never remembers to turn up her damn Miracle Ear.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIANE!!! XOXOXO I made you a cake! Isn't it pretty? It's all chocolatey goodness and frosting, and it's filled with your very favorite squirty cheese!