Cancellation Notice.

My birthday was supposed to take place September 2nd. It is hereby canceled. For some reason, the idea of being 22 is just not appealing. So, I'm going to cancel my birthday and be 21 forever.

Help!

I had a lot of time to just think during my 10 hour drive on Friday. Aside from taking my favorite hip-hop songs too literally (to be discussed in a post later this week), I also wondered this....

Do I have to stop listening to "urban music" when I'm a mom? What is the oldest my child can be before I'm absolutely forced to give it up? One, three, seven, never?

Help!

When I'm Super-Rich....

I am not going to have health insurance... I am going to pay everything in cash. What's the point if my insurance company denies everything immediately and then I have to spend hours on the phone before they'll pay for things? Then it ends up on my credit report? That doesn't seem like the way it should work now, does it?