Happy birthday, Ben!

I’m watching Say Yes to the Dress, a show on TLC about this wedding dress shop and their many whacked-out patrons.  When I was younger, I was ob-SESS-ed with what my wedding dress would one day look like.  Now?  Meh.  I know one thing: it will not be a strapless white gown.  So overdone.  And I don’t look good in strapless things.  Even though I’ll be getting married in Vegas, I’m sure a wedding dress of some sort will still be involved.  The ladies on this show bring an army of their friends and family to give their input on which one they pick.  Um, no.  I suppose T-Bone will get invited along, perhaps Neil for a manly perspective and Kayla because she’s never had a problem telling me when I look fug as a bug in a rug. 

Mondays are the creation of Satan. 

Tomorrow is my half birthday!  Six months til the big two-one.  Weird… 21 is like adult.  I am nowhere near being an “adult.” 

The season premiere of Intervention is on tonight (this post makes it sound like I watch a bunch of TV.  This is not the case, it just seems I don’t have much going on this evening and I am in a POOP mood.  Harumph.)  Do they ever show interventions where the people don’t agree to go?  And then die?  I’d like to see that episode.

My life is not that stressful, yet I’m finding as I get older I deal with even slightly stressful situations really ridiculously.  Perhaps I should get some strong anti-anxiety medication.  And then get hooked on it so I can be featured on Intervention.  How’s that for a life goal?