It’s time, one and all, to think about me. You should already think about me at least once every 45 seconds or so, but now it’s time to really think hard, really focus…
My birthday is next week. I’ve been told I’m ever so hard to shop for, but I think this year I’ll make it super easy…Here’s what I want:
I’d like a big strong man (he’s got to be strong for this next part) to heave me over his shoulder (I’m a big girl, this better be a big sturdy shoulder) and carry me off to his man cave for, ummm, quality time (he should have his own man cave, not like part of a cave he shares with his mom). And then we can have cake. Chocolate cake. That should pretty much take care of my wish list.
If I have to throw him over my shoulder that really just takes the shine off the whole damn thing. Now, go forth and gather up the big strong men, put bows on their heads and make sure they smell vaguely presentable. I’m looking forward to a lineup of men on my birthday, a plethora of men and man caves from which to choose.
Just fyi, I will be pretty peeved if you don’t round up a man or two for me. If you look everywhere–under the bed, at WalMart, in the back yard, at Auto Zone–and you still can’t locate a man fitting the proper description, I will accept flowers, truffles from the chocolate fetish and money instead…but just imagine what my Christmas list will look like if I don’t get my wish.