In honor of my birthday today, my friend Jeanine sent me my gift: a link to a JibJab sendable. It had an image next to it, with my picture (pre-chemo, back when I had hair) on it. Her note to me was: “Welcome to your own personal scary movie! I just crack myself up! I thought you would appreciate this in theme with your fixation on the horror movies and haunted houses!”
I didn’t now what to expect, but J-9 (as I affectionately call her) is hysterical. Plus, I love JibJab stuff. I figured it must be pretty good.
Basically, pasted-face me meets Gorgon the Destroyer. It brought to mind my confession about how I act in haunted houses. (The actor my face is pasted on let’s out some impressive screams, but not as good as the one’s I can belt out! Plus, I become a freaking Olympic runner world record breaker if I encounter anything terrifying. I wouldn’t have just stood there. I have a very healthy flight or fight reaction!)
But to see myelf get gobbled up…holy crumb, what a laugh! Besides eating cake, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than with a good old-fashioned belly laugh.
J-9, thanks again for making me a star…and for cracking me up!