Good Morning, Kittens. Today, we (or I, I suppose) are 39. 39. Thirty-nine. Thirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty-nine. I *heart* being 39. Because, that is the age I am. And I *heart* being the Age I Am. And, Kittens, I hope you *heart* being the age you are, because, really, you are totally fabulous at that age. And I couldn't love you more. So, today, I am off to get my Hair Did. And, then, if the bank account agrees, I'm going to buy myself a netbook. Then, I will be doing some shopping (because, GRRL, I totally need to find myself a copy of Priscilla Queen of the Desert ). And, later on in the evening, I will be having dinner with CNTBD. And, then, perhaps, some Birthday QNT. We. Shall. See. Oh, and totally Happy St. Patrick's Day . I'm blowing shamrocks out my ass just for you. *smooches* ps. Did I mention that VUBOQ totally *hearts* you on his birthday even if you did not send him a Card Stuffed with Cash?