I'm not dead.

It's good to be back! My birthday is tomorrow and I've decided to start some new good habits. Like shining my boots on Saturdays. And flossing. And blogging.

I think I like Groundhog Day and Valentine's Day so much because as a child, they were mini-holidays leading up to my Birthday. My mother must have done a great job of making my birthdays special, because I've be
en waiting for a lavish surprise party for the past 30 years.

My mother used to always make me a pink strawberry heart-shaped birthday cake. And she wondered why I prefer the company of men? Actually she was quick to point out that she made that for me eac

he Quik Chocolate.
h year because I ASKED her to. I had this thing for pink and sugary I guess. I loved Quik Strawberry milk. And it's recently come to my attention that it is a DIFFERENT rabbit than t
Since Quik Strawberry milk seems to be a part of MANY of my fellow sodomite's childhood, I can only conclude that the strawberry bunny was a clever weapon created by the homosexual agenda to recruit young minds. Or maybe we were just a bunch of Nancys that liked pink.

But, on a more masculine note, Daddy and I are going to the LAS VEGAS SMOKEOUT in April, not to be confused with the Great American Smokeout that has an entirely different agenda. Daddy has discovered that smoking a pipe is sexier and less expensive than smoking cigarettes. And I've always loved the smell of pipe smoke.

Las Vegas Smokeout 2012: