This week my sister Bambi and Barbie both turn 50. Barbie is actually older by four days, but it would be catty to make a big deal about that.
They both have kept their youthful appearance and girlish figure, although I think Bambi's eyeliner is MUCH better than Barbie's!
Happy 50th Birthday B & B!!!!
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I stumbled upon this post very unexpectedly this evening, having nothing better to do than search my maiden name on the internet after an early AM trip & fall in my rented living room that left me on the sofa (after the floor) for the better part of the day. My DH had left 5 minutes earlier. I couldn't blame him, so I decided to call him to help me. By the time he arrived I had pretty much stopped screaming and had actually managed to move 10 ft. (but not ON my feet). I suddenly felt like the commercial kids like us used to laugh at. "Help, I've fallen..." I was not amused by this harsh realization and doubly irritated with myself for calling someone who offered to soak my swelling, twisted foot in hot water. WT?? Still not knowing, I convinced him I was fine, but that he must leave right away as that AM conference call might be "the one". Back to the more important point of stumbling upon this post, I felt the need to order Mexican food and 'Ritas, which would require your presence to serve any fun purpose and I knew that wasn't happening because if I still have eyeliner on, it's from another day and that's just, well, unacceptable. So I tilt at my 50th Bday blog and begin to calculate what year that would have been. (Stop laughing, or you'll find your little burrito bu** locked outside on yet another wintery day, albeit decades later). Then I noticed your blog was dated. Thanks! Now I will remember how, um, what age I will be this year. That being said, what I really wanted to ask is "Do you remember if that was the year the top of the cake caught on fire, Glitter Barbie and all? Or was it the year you forgot the party hats and I had to craft my own from aluminum foil?
ReplyDeleteBusted! I started this blog because I thought I had something to say, but found I don't have as much to say as I thought I would (or maybe all the words are crammed so far down in me that they can't even get to my fingertips much less out of my mouth). I think it would be much more productive to order Mexican food and drink.
DeleteMarga?
Wait! Are you still on the floor? If so we better order delivery.
DeleteRITA!
DeleteHey! It's only been 374 days since your reply. The good news is that if you feel enough words do not come out of your mouth, I probably more than make up for your deficiency. And being my sister, you may claim the excess of multi-syllabic nonsense I have been known to express (having nothing to do with Patron Silver or Cuervo 1800) as your own. On the floor, off the floor, off the wall-who cares? But ever notice how it's impossible to have real Mex. food or MR's delivered? So are you bringing this miracle food and drink to me now? I'll play Barbie's with you ;-)