I turned 39 about 10 days ago, and I got called “rambunctious” this year. Jill, if you’re immature then immature is the mood of the day.
I just wonder, when they called you immature, was it because you were leaping around your place of business in unbridled giddiness, or because you were wearing your white panties with the word " Tuesday" across the bottom?
[[I just wonder, when they called you immature]] Cartoon
During an argument, I told a doc he “started it.”
Jill
oh yeah, then when he tried to defend himself I put my fingers in my ears and sang LA LA LA LA LA LA.
Jarbaby, I’m pissed off because I wrote you this whole flowery post of encouragement and support last night, or rather, this morning, but it doesn’t look like it got through (it was 4-ish, 5-ish, I hazily recall a “Board down for maintenance” or some such crap.) Anyhoo…
Honey, like everyone else 'round here, I really enjoy reading your posts, funny and serious. Unlike many, though, I’ve met you. That said, I can say with certainty that you, young lady, rock.
I’ve got more I wanted to say, but I have this eerie faded memory of many words written last night so I think I’ll save my accolades for the next time I see you, Jess.
Hey, jarbabyj, Rammstein will be at a little club just down the street from where I live on July 24th. Come on up to Minneapolis! And call me as soon as you get into town!
Ya know, 30 didn’t faze me, but for some reason, 35 is sticking in my craw. I’m at a bunch of crossroads in my life, and maybe that’s why it’s hitting harder. However, my motto is still “I may get older, but I refuse to grow up”.[/35 year-old hijack]
Glad you’re feeling better, jarbaby. As the bumper sticker says, why take life seriously? You’ll never get out alive.
FWIW, I was disappointed I didn’t get to meet you when I was in Chicago this past spring. You seem cool, plus you’ve taught me to swear in new and creative ways. That, my friend, is a gift.