Thursday, September 1, 2011

At 29, I still can't.


Play an instrument

Speak another language

Kill an insect

Apply my own makeup

Drive a stick shift

Parallel park (unless I've got at least three car lengths)

Apply deodorant without getting it all over my clothes

Finish anything I start

Polish the nails on my right hand

Respond to email in a timely manner

Flip eggs without a spatula (even then I still break most yolks)

Fasten my bra behind my back

Sing worth a damn

Win an argument with my mother

Stand the taste of black licorice

The end.

Happy birthday to me.


  1. I share a lot of these "can'ts" with you! Glad I'm not the only one that can't do the bra behind the back deal..

  2. ♫ Happy Birthday To You! ♫ I'm almost twice your age and my mother still asks where I have been if she calls and I'm not home {and she asks like I'm 12}...I can't sing worth a damn...way easier to fasten your bra in the front and do the twist around...and I'm convinced black licorice is what evil must taste {and smell} like.

    I hope your birthday was amazing! :-)

  3. Happy Birthday Stephanie!
    Miss Carol puts my bra on so I don't have to worry about the whole fastening thing.

  4. If you haven't already seen this:

    Movie Posters!!! Yay! Happy Late Bday hunny!


  6. You've been 29 for ten days now, have you learned to do anything off your list up here? LOL :)

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