Marvin, who was delighted with the comments yesterday about his big...hands, is getting a giant charge out of his own self. He keeps putting that each day is his birthday on Facebook. There is someplace you can go and plug in your birthday on there, and it automatically alerts your friends. He is giggling over his birthday wishes on his wall today, and is going to keep saying it's his birthday until someone gets mad and/or figures it out.
No, I have no idea why no one likes Marvin. What do you mean?
And what I'd like to know is, what is going to happen in November when it's really his birthday? He will be the Facebook boy who cried birthday. And his wall will have crickets.
In the meantime, my stupid stupid stupid head hurts. I went to bed with a migraine and didn't take anything for it, thinking it'd go away while I slept, bit then I woke up today and GUESS WHAT IS STILL HERE. Poking me in the head with its sharp sharp fangs. Hate.
The good news is that I got a new badge for my ID card at work.
You see that it's not just a badge, it's a FUN badge. So all day long at work Ima have fun. How much do you like me for saying "Ima"? Could someone remind me I'm a 45-year-old white girl?
My old badge, which I just bought three months ago, had Hello Kitty on it, with a leopard background and pink, dark pink and copper-colored gems all around it. Again, could someone alert me to my age? Which happens to be 45?
The point is, one by one the gems fell off and it already looks raggedy. So I got this gem-free one above, with its nod to multicolored Eiffel Tower. Did you know the Eiffel Tower had blue and green gingham on it? Humph. Shows what you know.
I have no idea why my tastes are so, you know, fussy. When I was a kid, I loved the beginning of Family Affair because of the inexplicable beginning, with the multi-colored gems floating around. The beginning of that show had nothing to do with the show. What did gems have to do with Uncle Bill? Was Mr. French secretly a drag queen?
Family Affair was a really good show. I say this because Marvin Netflixed episodes recently and I was obSESSed. Uncle Bill was hot. And he had terrible taste in women. It was like Mary Tyler Moore's dates. Not one was notable.
Okay, I had better get ready for work with my screaming migraine. If I didn't go to work every time my head hurt I'd miss about one day a week.
Did I mention hate? Did I mention Ima hate?
P.S. Just noticed a comment from Furry Godmother from yesterday. She sent me this link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/52629178/pop-tart-cell-phonecamera-case. Just so you know, if I don't get this I will die. DIE. of sadness. This is a NEED versus WANT purchase.