It’s my birthday! I’m 34! Now if only I had a S’more! (Wow. That was totally lame. I don’t even really like S’mores but the only other word I could think of that rhymed with “34″ was “Whore”, so that’s the best I could do. Hey, I never claimed to be a poet, ok?!)

November 7, 2008

It’s impossible to comment on my birthday without giving a shout-out to my womb-mate, Loraina. (I am the composed one on the left, Loraina is the spaz on the right. Dude. She still smiles like that.)

Happy birthday, Fred.

We’re getting damn old, you know that?

xoxox

Flee.

P.S. Every year on my birthday I totally freak out some of my readers because they have no idea that I am an identical twin.

Yup.

I am.

And?

She sings opera, too.

Here is proof…a photographic montage of birthday’s through the early years:

ZERO: (I have no idea which of us is which. I do know that my mom’s backcomb lasted pretty damn well during labor and I think my father was channeling George Hamilton’s tanning god, but still…we’re a pretty damn good looking family for the 70’s.)

ONE (I’m on the left, Loraina is on the right. You can tell because of our highchairs.)

TWO (Again, look at the high chair. I’m on the right this time.)

THREE (What the hell is up with this photo? MY SISTER IS SITTING IN MY HIGHCHAIR!!!! Everyone KNOWS I had the cute, yet uncomfortable antique carved chair and she got the plain, comfortable one! Dude. I so must protest this!)

FOUR (I’m on the left, Loraina is on the right. The odd, cross-eyed boy in the middle is my older brother, Brad. He used to freak me out by telling me about “The Noons”. They lived in our basement and came out at noon every day. He loved to throw me in the basement in our cement fruit room in the dark right before noon and lock the door. I named my second born after him, so obviously I got over it.)

FIVE: (You should know which is which at this point, so I’ll letcha figure it out on your own.)

I think we’ll stop there because this is the point where my cuteness peaked and really…who wants to see the many, many awkward years, anyway???? :)

Stumble it!

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