…To my Pathetic Pity Party. (Yes, that’s right, it’s going to be that kind of shallow and sarcastic post.) It’s been a while since I’ve had a PP Party so I’ve decided to do it up right. I’ve heard that you can’t have them too often or no one will show up. Boy, did I throw some great ones during my teen years!

Why am I having it? Funny you should ask as I have been pondering that very question all morning. Could it be PMS? Maybe. Could it be that I am about to be another year older? Possibly. Could it be the realization that I am living a rapidly aging body and watching as my fertility wastes away? Very likely. Could it be that I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up?? Probably. Could it be that my birthday serves as a yearly reminder that I don’t matter enough to some people, like my father, to score a card or a phone call? Could be, as the last card I got from him was 5 years ago. Maybe it is all of these things wrapped up with a big red bow and even a few more that are too pathetic to share. Maybe.

So, will you join me? There will be an All You Can Eat Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Booth and a Red Wine Fountain that I plan to swim in. Please RSVP soon because I’m itching to dive in. And please don’t try and save me with your nice comments either. Sometimes a girl’s just gotta have her party…