It's My Birthday, And I'll Leave the Country if I Want To!

So my boss just stopped by my cubicle, to shake my hand, and wish me a frighteningly formal farewell for my vacation to Honduras. I honestly think that he thinks I am not making it back alive.

He asked if I could get a bulletproof vest (a "cute" one, he said), and offered to pay. I laughed, and said that was nice of him, but that maybe it should be machete-proof instead.

I don't think he thought that was nearly as funny as I did.

Ah well, the die is cast, and hopefully dying won't, in fact, be on the cards. That would put quite a damper on the spirit of the whole adventure, if you ask me.

So anyway, assuming I live long enough, I'll be turning the big 3-1 in Honduras, on Monday, June 12. While I'm away, amuse yourselves (and humor me) by leaving fun, creative birthday messages, such as (just for example) telling me what you'd get me for a birthday present if money was no object. Bonus points if your message takes poetic form!

Or, if you are so inclined, you could actually get me a present! I like that idea lots, too.

Until I return -- alive, well, tan, and one year older -- be good. And miss me, my darlings.

Kisses from the frogg princess...