prime of your life means
you are not a spring chicken
more like grouchy hen
Your mama is so old, her farts sound like the Big Bang
Your mama is so old, she wakes up in the morning and it’s two weeks ago
Your mama is so old, her first cell phone was a smoke signal made by Nokia
Your mama is so old, Jesus calls her Ma’am
31. Today.
I am no longer a Spring Chicken. I am a Summer Ham. Salty, pink, a little too dry, but tasty if you enjoy me in small bites, or slow cooked in greens.
Mmmmmm. 31.
Happy 31 years from me and the Token Conservative!
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Happy Birthday Kari!
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Happy Birthday! I pushed out a baby for my 31st birthday – hopefully your day is less painful. 🙂
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Happy Birthday! Gee, your birthday is one year and one day *after* mine. Give it up for gettin’ old! Whut Whut!
:-p
Hope you have a fun day!
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Happy birthday! Mine (#31, too) is tomorrow.
My husband says that 31 isn’t so bad. He should know, he’s really old – 32, almost 33. 🙂
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Happy birthday!
Btw, you’re making this 35-year-old feel even older with this kind of talk. 😉
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Wow. I was feeling pretty good about turning 32 last week. Now? Not so fab!
But I forgive you since you share a birthday with one of my BFF’s.
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