Stop bickering children. Hmm... am I talking to my actual children, the blog people or perhaps just myself?
Or all of the above. No fighting on my birthday. That's a rule.
And no calling me 351 either. I'm not a day over 250. God! It's a good thing I spent so much time living underwater or that might have hurt me feelings. Do you know that in addition to my stint in the Himalayas I also managed to keep myself from breathing at all for thirty days? Nobody can do that! Nobody. Cept me, duh.
My Mom kind of thinks all those comments from the previous post are from me just talking to myself. Which let me tell you, would be funny. Not really. I can assure you, they are not. Although the blog title is 'Crazy But the Cool Kind.' That might border on crazy but the crazy kind. Let me put your mind at ease Mommy. When I want to talk to myself I just e mail myself. I am very witty in e mails and I usually answer myself quickly therefore I make an excellent pen pal to myself. Well, not really pen so much as keyboard pal.
I'm not nearly as whack as some of my friends. You know who you are. I don't want to have to sensor you Peter Yorn's Mom but i will if someone starts approaching me with a straight jacket.
Where was I? Oh yes, I don't think any of you guys know this, but, today is my birthday!
Use it in a sentence...
"Today is Amy's birthday."
Very good. Now if I were going to answer myself, which I'll do later when I'm catching up on e mails to myself I'll respond to that by saying, "Thank you."