Pousse l'ananas

My birthday is in a month. I had pretty much decided that I wasn't going to have a party this year. The last party I threw was mediocre (in my opinion) and the Wixom Vixen can't have a reputation for throwing mediocre parties. So I figured the obvious solution was to not throw any more parties until I had the means to make sure the party is fabulous and legendary. I've also been feeling like there's not really that much to celebrate. Just another year older with nothing to show for it.

But this past weekend Beckie was telling me something that had me reconsidering my resolution to not throw a party. Then she told me my apartment is too small for a party. That girl is confusing. Darn lawyer speak. But before she jumps down my throat for misreprentin' her message, she suggested I find somebody with a house to host the party for me. When I mentioned that idea to Joeboo, he laughed so hard that wine came out of his nose.

I'm still craving Mama Rosa's pizza.