Tar Heel Walk 2009

Nothing says birthday like a pinata.

Something is going on this Thursday…hmmm…Custer’s last stand? No…Carly Simon’s birthday?…No…Wait, wait, think on it…

(Did you figure it out yet?)

Not only is Thursday a national holiday (I’m sure in some countries, I mean), it’s also my birthday. That’s right, folks. I was considerate enough to be born right smack in the middle of the year. That way, you know you’ve only got six months until Christmas. Isn’t that so handy?

Last year I had a fantastic birthday – I ate Mexican (every day is my birthday in a Mexican restaurant), busted a pinata filled with candy and other unmentionables, and screeched my way through several terrible karaoke songs. 

And because I’m boring and unpredictable (or maybe because I just know what I like), this year I’ll be doing pretty much exactly the same thing. Except I have a special request. For my birthday (and the sake of my boobs…and boobs everywhere), please pass along this website to your friends and family. And plan on coming to BreastFest in August. I have several exciting plans in the works. 

And I promise you won’t get swine flu!

(Isn’t that reason enough?)