39 years ago today, I made my debut into the world.
As far as I recall it was an uneventful moment, but I'm sure my mom would disagree since she was the one doing all the work. I was very nearly born on April Fools Day, but she bravely held me in until 45 minutes into April 2nd, which I have to thank her for since nobody likes being a fool.
On the other hand, maybe I should have been born on April 1st because there's nothing I love more than a good joke, except maybe some rich dark chocolate....Mmmm...What? Huh? Now where was I?
Oh yeah, 39 years ago I popped into the world, and judging from this picture I was pretty perplexed about the whole thing. And to continue on with that same tradition, the world still has me perplexed to this very day, but I must say that for all it's strangeness, it's a pretty good place to be...
...except right now, since I'm about to get on a bus for a little visit to the gynecologist. What could be a better way to celebrate getting older than having someone poking around in your girly bits?