Forty years ago today, I made my arrival into the world.
Little did the world know that nearly 40 years later, that little darling baby girl would write about post about gonorrhea tonsils and see it get Freshly Pressed.
Did the delivery doctor have an inkling? Say when he cut the umbilical cord, that one day that red, slimy, mutant-looking screaming thing would craft a post that not only combined a fear of potatoes with STD-infected tonsils, but would also be able to insert the words “27 vaginas?”
Probably not. That’s kind of a weird thing to think about a baby.
Still this was a nice early present from the WordPress staff.
I promise my new readers that I write about other things besides venereal diseases although tomorrow’s post will make it seem like I just lied.
In fact, I just checked my search engine terms and am intrigued by this idea: chuck e cheese birther.
That seems about right.
Dearest Reader: Speaker7 is attempting to write a post every day in November so she doesn’t have to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). This is the fifteenth post. Halfway there. Lord help us all.