UNCLEBOB favorited me!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my god.
What a day this has been already and it is not even 10 AM.
I feel like I’ve been touched by greatness. Like those women who, when they met Elvis, fainted. I’d always suspected it was because the Kahng had peanut-butter-and-bacon-sandwich breath, but now I know. Because Unclebob….
I can’t even finish that sentence. I’m just too overwhelmed!
I think I have the vapors. I don’t know what the vapors are, exactly. I’ve never had them before. Maybe it’s an “30 and Over” thing.
Esteban was not as excited as I was, however. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he was awakened this morning by me jumping on the bed yelling “Unclebob! Unclebob!”. He’s pretty accustomed to me shrieking the names of other men in the bedroom, but usually it’s “Russell Crowe!” or sometimes even “Dan Rather”. Rarely an uncle, so I think he was confused.
Anyway, WOOHOO! Unclebob!
And the other cool thing this morning is that I got a lovely birthday email from Monitor who has assured me that being thirty kicks ass.
So far, she is so right.
I should turn 30 every year. In fact, I think I will.
Sorry for the whacked diary entry today. Unclebob has me all a-flutter.
