Happy 29th *wink wink* Birthday, Wendy!

The year was 1978 and as you can clearly see, Lux and Wendy were already a force to be reckoned with. BoYz beware! (Hey! I heard that wisecrack about my haircut!) I love your birthday, Wendy - for a couple reasons. Firstly, it means that you've caught up to me again *grin*, secondly, it gives me a chance to reflect on all the hilarious moments we've shared over the years, and thirdly, it's the perfect opportunity for me to thank you for your loyalty, your support, and your tough love when I've needed it (which was hardly ever *rollie eyes*).

This year you allowed me to share in your misadventures with creepy "Shoe Fetish Guy", sweet but slightly out there "I Sometimes Sit in a Tree for Hours and Commune with Nature Guy", possible ex-con "I Can Get You a Set of 'Hot' Tires Guy" and all kinds of other too-weird-to-be-true encounters. (In their defense, you only had to involve the police once. lol Yes, yes, I remember your warning - it's the church boys you gotta be concerned about - got it!)

I think the top award has got to go to "Oops! I Forgot My Wallet Guy". The image of you, dressed to kill, with your hand in his face, saying "Ohhh, I don't think so!" before strutting out of the restaurant, leaving him with his mouth agape ... awww, that'll stay with me forever! lol

Besides being the Comment Leaver Extraordinaire here at RTFTEOS, you're also one of the strongest women I know. You deserve love, success and unparalleled happiness and I predict 2011 is THE year it all comes together for you, girl!

Brevior saltare cum deformibus viris est vita.

The Ugly Truth About Women ~ In Their Own Words

This made me LOL, as the kids say.

A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.

10 years later, the group of 25-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the beer was cheap, the restaurant offered free snacks, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of cute guys.

10 years later, the group of 35-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the cosmos were good, it was right near the gym and, if they went late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.

10 years later, the group of 45-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the martinis were big and the waiters had tight pants and nice buns.

10 years later, the group of 55-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good, the restaurant had windows that opened (in case of a hot flashes), and fish is good for cholesterol.

10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the lighting was good and the restaurant had an early bird special.

10 years later, the group of 75-years-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food was not too spicy and the restaurant was handicapped-accessible.

10 years later, the group of 85-years-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.

Quick! Hand me those Yellow Pages, Wendy and let's see if there's an Ocean View near us *mumbles big martinis, nice buns* ... *flips a little faster while trying desperately to ignore Golden Girls opening montage wafting through her brain*

Cogito sumere potum alterum.