Week Long Celebration Of Newscoma's Wonderfulness
Okay. I realize you five guys who read me but don't really know me are intrigued by me or at least that's what the three friends on my MySpace account say.
Intrigued. Yes Indeedy, better than disgusted so I'll take it.
You know I have a small dog named Mabel, that stupid political spin irritates me and that (if you've read 100 things) I don't like hot fruit.
It makes me gag.
I also bite my nails. There you go. I'm sure we are BFF's now.
So, here is a new tidbit. This is my 1100th post and this is my announcement to all of my new BFF's about my yearly tradition, which appears to make me look like a raving egotist.
I celebrate my birthday for a week. Starting tomorrow is the week-long celebration of my 41st birthday. The actually birthday is Oct. 7 which is next Saturday.
I do this every year. For seven full days, I celebrate in wild revelry of my naked birthday, when I came into the world during a violent thunderstom which interrupted my doctor's enjoyment of a football game between Dresden and Martin High Schools.
It was a Friday, from what I understand.
Now, the thing is, I am trying to decide how to best honor ... umm ... me on my big day.
Suggestions welcome. There are no prizes, but I'm a thinking that you guys might have some good ideas. Nashville and Memphis are open to visit. No camping (I hate camping.)
Presents are optional. There is newscoma eve (Friday) and Newscoma Birthday (Saturday) to consider.
Bass Beer must be a part of the celebration but I don't give a flip about cake.
My top hat is ready.