My own personal holiday...

Yes, that's young BougieMe. I'm really not sure what BougieMom was thinking with this fit. BougieSis may thank me now for not showing the one where she's in the matching outfit. For the record this "For Real Tho?" look has remained in my facial expression rotation.

Why the picture of young Chele? 'Tis my birthday. That special, special day where I alternately bemoan the ticking of days off the calendar or celebrate the fact that I'm still here to tell the story. This year I feel more like celebrating. There a great song from a Stephen Sondheim musical - Follies. The song is called "I'm still here" - here's my favorite part:

Good times and bad times,
I've seen 'em all and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Flush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I'm here.
I've run the gamut.
A to Z.
Three cheers and dammit,
C'est la vie.
I got through all of last year
And I'm here.
Lord knows, at least I was there,
And I'm here!
Look who's here!
I'm still here!

I'm off to celebrate (or maybe just write some more and plan on celebrating this weekend). At any rate - later Bougienistas.