Thanks, Face … for providing me with this zit right in between the middle of my eyes, so that I look like one of those Klingons from Star Trek on the day of my birth.

Thanks, Stomach … for being a little more poochy today, so that I can’t get into the jeans I want to wear on my special day.
Thanks, Thighs … for showing me you’re extra happy and excited about your 37th year in existence by the dimples you’re displaying.
Thanks, Upper Arms … for extending the birthday wave a little longer than you should.
Stupid Birthday … stop reminding me how old I am.
** Don’t forget to enter my giveaway. Today’s the last day. **