Oh, the joys of having a birthday fall on a weekend.
I got to do a whole lot of nothing (aka snuggling with pussies on dreary, rainy Friday night and Saturday), squeezed in some gal time with an at-home impromptu cocktail party (where a handle of Captain was drained by Skinny Pirate consumption) and the sprinkles on top of the weekend were the bottomless mimosas I was treated to on Sunday.
After some basketball watching, Skinny Pirates and pie hole stuffing on Friday night, I was beyond elated when I woke up Saturday, realizing I slept 10 consecutive hours. Ten hours people! While this may seem like an overindulgent feat, I haven’t slept more than four hours at a time since Rapegate happened in early 2016. The lack of consistent sleep has only added negatively to my already challenging, stereotypical “blondeness”.
and looking like a million dollars, I hustled to the fridge and busted out the birthday cake Sister CBXB made while she was here. Then I promptly returned to bed to consume.
Theses two demanded a lick.
I got sucked into the footage from the March For Our Lives coverage and holy shit. These fucking kids…I can’t even. My heart was aching while also bursting with pride at the firsthand accounts of honesty regarding an epidemic that knows no class, demographic, race or political affiliation. Gun reform isn’t a republican or democrat problem. It’s an American problem. It’s an issue that these kids who were born after 9/11 and Columbine have faced their entire lives – at schools, churches, movie theaters, concerts and many others face in urban communities daily. How fucked up is that?
I am hopeful that the rally cries this generation is making turns into meaningful legislation with compassion to act because thoughts and prayers aren’t, haven’t and don’t work as we have all witnessed. Realizing it’s encroaching on Second Amendment rights, how does a government limit rights stated in the Constitution and yet, the most basic human right is life itself? Is there truly a reason to have weapons of war in the hands of civilians? The government tells me to wear my seat belt and abide by speed limits (which I mostly do). I must take my fucking shoes off at the airport and walk on ever germy floors because of one shoe bombing incident.
My favorite quote from a Parkland survivor, “We cannot keep America great if we can’t keep America safe.” I love that these kids are fearless in their relentlessness to call bullshit. BRAVO. I stand with you.
I was happy to see that even in my home state of Iowa, they were marching even though it was dumping snow on them.
Speaking of Iowa, you know who was cooped up inside after ten inches of snowfall? My twins, who were going to decorate Easter eggs but ended up eating them instead.
Rainy Saturday night rolled around and my gal pal Rasta came over and delivered a very spot on gift.
We can’t wait to wear them to the pool this summer.
Sunday, I lolligagged in the bed just long enough before slipping into my bday giddy up.
I opened up gifts from bed, too….because why not?!
As for my giddy up, it was nothing but class, as always.
And, what outfit of mine would be complete without a pair of whore in church heels?
Dada CBXB was one lucky dude, accompanied by five gorgeous gals to brunch.
We enjoyed bottomless mimosas, food and for me….
I was spoiled beyond but there are no complaints from this chick who got to laugh her ass off with some of the best folks in the world.
Bird Lady and Rasta took me to my fave honky tonk, Robert’s Western World to cap off my day.
Monday morning came waaaaaay too quickly, but it was well worth it.
I’m so lucky to have you guys in my life. Thanks for knowing how to make a lady feel like a queen with all the kind well wishes, messages, cards and calls.
Until next year!
Love ya, mean it.