seriously...please don't get that for me

I remember when I was a little girl...yes, back in the day when going to the "5 and 10" meant a store and not a prison sentence. Birthdays were an anticipated event where we would receive one gift, our favorite meal, a birthday cake and maybe...just maybe we could invite one friend over for the afternoon. Certainly not the extravagant productions of today replete with limo rides and spa treatments for 5 year olds. I'm not sure when birthdays stopped being all that fun, but over the years I've gradually come to loathe rather than like them. I think whoever said, "Oh birthdays are just a number" or "You're only as old as you feel" were probably in their early 20's, with body parts that weren't sagging, lumpy or wrinkled.

But try as I might, people really don't take me seriously when I say, "Hey...let's not make a big deal outta this". And those of you reading this right now know exactly who you are [she said sweetly...]  =)  I have some great friends, but they do have a penchant to torment me with various asundry squirrel gifts...yes, I said 'squirrel' gifts, not 'squirrely' gifts...there's a big difference, as you will see. So, I thought I would nip this birthday thing in the bud by posting a series of pictures entitled, "Seriously...Please Don't Get That For Me" and see if maybe I could cut the carnage off at the pass.

Please don't get that for me...

...not interested in this.

I don't want this either...

...nor these.

Although I'm happy to see anything pertaining to a dead squirrel, I'm really not interested in sporting squirrel parts as a fashion accessory.

Nope. Don't even bother.

Please don't get these for me either.

Birthdays aren't for sissy's anymore, Miss Bea