ItGirl has, yet again, abdicated her blogging responsiblities, all because of that shit called "life" and "work".
Fortunately I don't have a lot of either and can pick up the slack for a bit.
So let's see, what's been going on? Well, she had a birthday on the 18th, which should be noted, and she hasn't broken much of anything lately. That's to be celebrated also. She is still 12 years younger than I am, so I don't expect any mad mid-life crises to start for a couple of years. My first mid-life crisis was at 34, I think. I realized I was getting old and boring, so went and got my navel pierced, spent $300 on two sets of underwear and then asked for a divorce. For this new one, I have been experimenting with Brazilian Waxing (ow ow ow but nice results) and am flirting with the idea of a tattoo. I'm also going to have breast reduction surgery.
I'm almost afraid of what will happen at 50.
Oh, the title of the post? Well, I suppose I should explain that. My husband just came home from working a graveyard shift and someone had changed the sign outside the A&W to read "Chubby Foreskin, $4.99" or something. He felt it was worthy of note, but was too tired to go back and take a picture.
Dude, I wouldn't give you a quarter for it, but I'm pleased to know that they are diversifying their menu.
Next is what, deep fried nipples?