Technically, this was taken in 1958, during my first birthday party.

Technically, this was taken in 1958, during my first birthday party.

I was never much of a party girl, unless butter cream frosting or booze were involved.

Then, all bets were off.

But if anyone knows the dangers of too much of a good thing, it’s me.

Nope. No fancy parties for me, today. Just a simple dinner with my family. I don’t need to go looking for trouble. It seems to find me without breaking a sweat.

And you see what happens when too much of a good thing

I’m the shortest one. No way I could have done much damage to the “vic.” Sure I took a few swings at him with a bat, but then I fell over. It was pathetic. And it was MY birthday! I went straight for the cake. It was a much easier mark, um, target.

I feel older...at least by a day. Do I look it?

I feel older…at least by a day. Do I look it?