Have I mentioned to you all how much Tori Spelling’s boobs freak me out?
So, this Saturday night, Mr. Mock and I are going out to celebrate my birthday (even though my Actual Birthday isn’t for a couple weeks yet). Mr. Mock, without fail, is always gone on my Actual Birthday for work, and this year is no exception. Even though I am turning 40. Clearly, his employer doesn’t have a full grasp of how totally crazy I have the potential of becoming on my Actual Birthday, otherwise they might’ve reconsidered his scheduling. Anyway.
We’re going out for a fancy dinner and then to see the movie Hangover, which Daisy and Mr. Daisy already saw and which I have been DYING to see. Sunday morning, we’re headed to the Coach outlet store just to browse (insert all sorts of winking here). But the most important part of the birthday celebrating this weekend will be the part where I get to find out what fantastic spot Mr. Mock has chosen for my birthday vacation in early December. He has been keeping this secret for months now, and Saturday night I get to find out!!! I can hardly stand it.
What does this picture of Tori Spelling have to do with my birthday? Nothing, except that she’s wearing a bathing suit presumably somewhere on vacation, which is what I intend to do in December at a yet-undisclosed location, only my boobs will look normal.
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