*UPDATED* My One and Only Desire (Other Than the Thing I Forgot About)

My birthday is coming up (*applause*) and I must truly be getting old, because I could only think of one thing I really wanted for myself, and then was just hoping for baby stuff in general.  I think this fact alone makes me an old woman, but get this: then I FORGOT what I wanted.

I mean, I was so proud of myself.  I was all, "OHMYGOD, I want this item so badly and I was so smart to think to ask for it and even smarter to only ask for that ONE thing because then SOMEONE is pretty much guaranteed to buy it for me!  It is perfect and I will love it and cherish it forever!" 

Now?  I seriously have no recollection of what this perfect and needed item must be.  But don't you DARE say that means I didn't really need or want it.  It only means that my brain cells are slowly dying with age and baby-making.  Big difference.

Thankfully, I thought of a replacement singular birthday wish.  It was on my Christmas list, and no one got it for me, so it seems like the same thing might happen if I ask for it for my birthday, but at this point, my feeble brain is willing to take the risk.

Drumroll ...

TA-DA!  A doggy DNA test!!!  What could be better?

The answer: nothing.

Anyone who has a mixed breed, especially a shelter dog, has probably wished this existed at some point in their lives.  Jeremy and I actually sit around and have long conversations about what our black Lab is mixed with.  We even do research and compare breed standards and pictures!  It is a general waste of time because we have no answers.  And I would love to know what she is mixed with so I can know what diseases and problems to help prevent and be aware of.  Prevention in bigger breeds is key, and I have no idea what I am preventing.

Also, I think it would be awesome to set up a little Maury scenario at our house ... "Cleo ... the Chow is NOT your father!"  I think she would really enjoy the suspense.  I know Jeremy and I would.


UPDATE:  This is why it pays to have your mom read your blog, and for that mom to not have been scared away by all the swears and meanness:

 Arlene said...

Happy birthday...I ordered it to be sent to your address!

April 14, 2010 2:26 PM