Hi tumblr.
I’m a big girl now. Kinda.
I began my twenty-fifth year last night surrounded by people I love and eating pizza. Because duh. And I’m doing more of at least the first one tonight.
It’s going to be a good year.
Hi tumblr.
I’m a big girl now. Kinda.
I began my twenty-fifth year last night surrounded by people I love and eating pizza. Because duh. And I’m doing more of at least the first one tonight.
It’s going to be a good year.
Happy Birthday, Sir.
As a terrible substitute for being able to be there in person with him (but soon!), I’ll be posting stuff he likes all day.
Filed under: Things I want for my birthday but probably can’t have this year pout pout pout.
(As in I want another birthday threesome, not that I want to turn my relationship into a triad.)
I love you, Tina R. Belcher.
For my next birthday, I want a bimbo princess party, too!
LOOK IT’S IVY
Yeah I saved this a whole year. Do you blame me???
Oh, so.
My birthday’s in a week.
You can all start treating me like a princess now to prepare.
Another one for the birthday boy.
Hey, you.
Happy Birthday.
Couple playing footsies on a subway. 1946.
Stanley Kubrick
You know, I felt bad for not sending you a message on your birthday, especially after the rather high standard I set for myself last year.
So I did some brainstorming with my cats who, incidentally, were curious about the removable nature of your tail and wondered why a kitty would want to be without her tail, like, ever… I tried to explain about the vibrating and the blah blah blah, but you can’t reason with cats.
So I did some brainstorming with my cats about what would be best for a belated type of birthday message. We shared some drinks on the rocks while the hellfire smouldered and decided that it might be fun to throw you a surprise party!
But clearly an ordinary surprise party would only be appropriate for an ordinary girl and since you’re anything but ordinary we thought that maybe we could make it a ‘Surprise! I know you just woke up naked and chained, but we’re all here to celebrate and we need some drinks so be a good girl and don’t make a fuss’ kind of surprise party. Wouldn’t that be fun?
But then I remembered this unfortunate incident…
…and so I got to digging though my drafts folder (which is only slightly larger than all of tumblr) in order to find a more suitable birthday tribute idea, and fortunately I found one! Think of it like a pattern for the prettiest little summery dress, but adapted to something a little more your style. Maybe Mr. Craftsmate, handy as we all know him to be, could help you make it?
I hope you enjoy it. I’d suggest adding some wheels.
Happy Birthday Ivy. I hope 2014 treats you better than I do. 😉
Mr. Why Ess-acly
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Oh my gosh you big meanie.
Last night was absolutely wonderful and I had to slip this little tidbit into the queue because I am literally that freaking elated.
Sir was super sweet and brought a cake. For someone who has three things to deal with in one week (anniversary, Christmas, birthday), he handled it like a pro.
Nothing sexy to report from the night besides the fact that I am a happy Ivy.
Cocktail Party, Chicago, 1957. Photo by Francis Miller