Well, I am just a doofy-dumb-dumb. I missed my very first blogiversary by an entire month. And two days.
I should have had something prepared. Like a party, or a cake for myself, or a giveaway of that danged paper mache flamingo I bought in Mexico 40 years ago.
Just kidding. I would never give Carlos away.
And I am not even close to 40.
But I digress.
This is a big deal, people. A whole year is a long time for anything, like living in a country where no one speaks English, or working for a sewage plant, or eating nothing but grapefruit. And Lord knows there are very few things I have stuck with for longer than a week and a half, let alone 52 of 'em.
Except for Corey. I've been with him for five years.
And my job, four and a half.
Oh, and I've had plain brown hair for two.
But other than that I'm as flighty as a blue jay. Although I know very little about blue jays.
So in honor of my non-flightiness in blogging, please everyone raise your cupcakes...
"To Stacie, may your ever-working fingertips remain callus free as you continue sharing many more years of stories with no real point. May Corey never stop saying dumb things that make us all go, 'Did he really say that?' And may Oliver, until the end of his days, remain the best looking dog in all of the world."
And we all clink our cupcakes then shove them into our mouth area.