Wondering Women

The guy who invented the polygraph test, the one that detects lies, is the same man who invented the comic book character Wonder Woman. All along I just thought there was some guy out there baffled by how his wife always ferreted out his lies.
Now all the mystery is gone. Thanks a lot Psych textbook.

How about that introduction, huh? You guys all feeling primed and interested to listen to what I have to say?

I couldn't really care less. I've written so many essays in these past two weeks that writing and all of its semantics are about as relaxing for me as a colonoscopy. There will be no wonderfully written and elaborate transition sentences.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I plan on sleeping, don't get your hopes up. I did get a nice package in the mail though, from a personal wonder woman of mine. Though if she were a superhero she'd be more along the lines of Party Planner woman. (Seriously, I know it's not great, get off my back. It's eight am, I have a class in twenty minutes and I wanted to blog.)

Back to my package. It was wrapped in a box that was colored to look like a spy-cam/secret agent gadget, complete with full keyboard. I felt terrible ripping into an old Halloween costume prop. I know I ruined the magic by not waiting until my birthday, but see, there's this thing with PartyPlanner Woman. You don't just have a birthDAY, you have a birthWEEK. So I figured, I'm just starting early. You're allowed to do that, go ahead and check the birthday manual.

Inside there was literally a little party for me. All the fixin's--streamers, balloons, the works. Even a cake. Well, Oreo cookies with birthday cake filling, but let's be real. Oreo's and cake are both beautiful.

I started blowing the noise maker while I tried to get the hat on, dancing from side-to-side. I was going to take a picture, then realized my camera is still broken.

 Tomorrow, I'll put up the cards I got from my Mom, because she loves me and sent me a card, too. Pretend that I'm six-years old again and eat myself silly. Streamers hanging from the ceiling because I say so, and it's my birthday.