Here's the low down for those that want to know the OH No of it:
Decade One and you're a little kid tumbling around playing with Barbies and baking in an Easy Bake Oven some yummy cake.
Decade Two and you're all gawky then get out of it so you get married and next thing ya know you have a baby or two, and making them cake.
Decade Three and you're a home owner and have pets and kids and grandkids and your hair is starting to get scared, so you paint it till it feels safe, so you have a piece of cake.
Decade Four and you're starting to gain some weigh and the hair is really silver, but you don't care and stop painting it - hum, not so bad... please pass the cake.
Decade Five and you're still loving it all, you've hardly fell apart, well it must be the weight that's keeping it all together, hey where's the cake.
Decade Six and I'll have to let you know how that goes in another decade, but you can bet there will be cake.
*****Did I tell y'all that I when I was born I was the first baby in my little home town? Well it's true I was. I know it was a really small town to take all them thar days to have the New Year's baby.
So did I tell y'all that I was breach born? Well it's true, from the get go I was always a little backA$$wards.
And did I tell y'all that I played with my Barbies till I was sixteen? Well that too is true and I still have 'em only now I can play with them and pretend it's because my granddaughters insist that I must.
Finally did I tell y'all that today (January 10th) is my fiftieth birthday? I mean Hole-E -- Mole-E can you believe it? 50! I know it's impossible. Totally Impossible I tell you.
And now you know my dirty little secret of the OH No of it.
Look…LOOK at ME…I’m finally learning how to raise just 1 eyebrow.
ps a decade = 10 years and 5 decades = half a century...OMG don't say it like that! Between me and you my dear internets Let's just keep it to ourselves that I'm closer to 100 than 1...OHHHHHH NOOOOOOs