Friday, June 02, 2006

NOW she's my age

Pony Express is a year older today. As part of her present I am not posting a picture of her here. She hates having her picture taken. I've got a few, some are digital even, but it's her birthday so I'm being nice. Instead I've got a picture of someone she's often wanted to grow up into, Etta James.

For about a month Pony Express has been yelling at me. We were born in the same year but I'm in January and she's, well now. Recently she realized that she's been turning an age in June, taking about 6 months to get used to the idea then I turn the next age and she takes on that age for herself right then in January since we're born in the same year and that freaks her out for few months until she realizes she's younger than me and feels all superior, not to mention younger, just in time to actually turn that age. Somehow she calls this my fault and not, say, my parents fault. Again, it's her birthday so I'm letting it go...until tomorrow.

She's busy as the proverbial one legged man in an ass kicking contest so she may not swing by here for a little while. Leave her some birthday greetings anyway, will you? She'll be happy (and the tiniest bit freaked out) to get them when she has a chance.


  1. Happy, Happy, Pony Express!! I'm sending you happy birthday energy from New England!

  2. Honey, as our dear elder Truvy waxes prolific. . . . Time marches on. . . and before we know it--it's marchin' right across our face. . .

    Now Truvy can be a bit of a bitch. So here's to Time marchin' right across your everything and not leaving one teeniest bit of footprint.