It's not about the house.

Friday, July 23, 2010

You Wanna Fuck With The Eagles, You Have To Learn To Fly

I've been off-line for a few days, tending to a Very Dear Friend who's been in need of some major Tender Loving Care. I'm still offline and tending, in fact, as you read this, but I found a moment while she was sleeping to get on and pre-schedule this post.

Because, you see, it seems a certain annual occurrence has rolled around again. And I've decided to mention it in a slightly less subtle manner than I have in other years because, well...

Do you remember a few months ago, when I wrote about a pair of too-small breeches I've been hanging onto since I was sixteen years old? Or maybe fifteen? Or possibly fourteen?

Well, if you love me enough to remember that, you may have also noticed an unspoken rule I've quietly followed on this blog since its inception: I don't post pictures of myself here. I really thought I positively never would.

But tomorrow is my birthday.*

I'll be turning 41.

And yesterday I wore those fucking breeches.

So today feels like a day for bending rules.

Ta-da.


Ta-da.


 Ta-da.


Yes, yes, I still have horse-thighs. I've always had them, and they're in my genes so I assume I always will.

And yes-yes, I had to stand on the toilet to take these pictures of myself in the bathroom mirror. Sometimes, when no-one's around, you do what you have to do to take care of yourself.

And yes. Yes. I am in the AssVac. Again. Temporarily.

But you people are not paying attention!

The point is. 

I am wearing.  

The size-six

Fucking breeches.


(And yes, I have now said "fuck" gratuitously at least four times in a single post, including one time in the fucking title. So? I might do it a few more times before I'm through, so you just watch it. If you're that sensitive, stand back, and maybe shove some cotton in your ears.)

(Then again, if you're that sensitive, what are you still doing fucking here?)

As an added bonus, though -- and to make up for subjecting you to so many gratuitous fucks in one Very Special day -- here's a lesson I learned just in time for the start of my 42nd year that I am (temporarily, at least) big-hearted enough to share with you. Because I love you. Every single fucking one of you. Really. I'm not just saying that. I don't go saying just anything in public, you know. What do you take me for, some kind of Freak?

Anyway, the lesson I've finally learned after 41 years of existence on this planet is:

It may not make for a very pretty picture, but creamy peanut butter is an excellent addition to a s'more.


Now, anybody out there want a piece of that?

I didn't think so...




*I decided to post this a day early so y'all could see it in time to tell me how fabulous I am (and look) on my Big Day. Because I know you only read this crap as a diversion when you're supposed to be working. And by Monday, I imagine, I will have taken the fucking breeches off.

But maybe not.

I am kind of digging my 41-year-old ass in them, after all...

16 comments:

oldgreymare said...

Happy Birthday Girl!
Boy you are gonna shake up those folks perusing my blog roll.....

I just had my 57th celebration on Tuesday and there is No way I ever fit in a six. Not when I was 6, 26, 36, 46 or 56...so you win...but the peanut butter is disgusting. you don't mess with something that pure...

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Jenni said...

YAY! Congrats! Happy Birthday ! And yes you look great.

Have a wonderful birthday!

Sparkle Plenty said...

GORGEOUS!!! 41 is going to be the best year ever for you.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday! You look great.

JoEllen said...

AW-SOME! they look great! happy birthday.

ffgirly said...

This is absolutely full of teh awesome.

Happy birthday to you, and for many, many more.

With s'mores.

Sashimi said...

Oh yay! That's EGE. Kinda always thought..mebe smthing on this blog gave me the impression that..you were > size 6.
But yay again..and Happy Birthday!

Shana said...

You look sooooo awesome! You are damn skinny now, bitch! And just when I was thinking I couldn't be your friend anymore--because who wants to be around someone so fabulous looking who watches every calorie they consume, you go ahead and reinforce my faith in mankind and eat a pb smore!

Love you and Happy Fuckin Birthday, old friend--not that you are old, just that we have been friends a long time. X

Ladyscot said...

you look great! Happy Birthday!!!

atlanticmo said...

So did you use a Reese's peanutbutter cup or did you just add a dollop of pb?

Shannon said...

And we fucking love you too! You look AMAZING! And I can't wait to give you a huge ass hug! Love ya and happy birthday, my fucking fabulous friend! xoxoxoxo ps, at first I thought you were naked from the waist down! teehee!

Robert said...

You look fucking awesome! Happy Birthday!

12ontheinside said...

Well, happy birthday. Very impressed that you fit into those pants. Also made a mental note to never buy myself any breeches. Sort of don't leave much to the imagination, do they. Still, I imagine the horses wouldn't mind. I'm now sloping off to go slip into baggy tracky pants :)

krismcdinz said...

Happy Birthday! You look fabulous! :)

Anonymous said...

You rook mah-ve-lous. Happy B-Day! Today, and yesterday, and tomorrow tooooooo. Heck, since you look that great you might as well celebrate for a whole friggin week. Happy B-Week!

-HPH

ege said...

Aw, shucks, folks. Y'all sure know how to take direction.