My birthday was terrific. My birthday was tremendous. My birthday was legen--

WAIT FOR IT!

--dary (see, I told you we'd been on a bit of a How I Met Your Mother kick lately.) Thank you all for your lovely birthday wishes, which I imagined you reciting personally and individually to me in dulcet tones while a harp played poetically in the background (hey, much better than scrolling through them on my iPhone.) 

I just wrote half an entry about how wedding planning is haaaaaaaaaard, no-one ever told me it would be haaaaaaaaard, why is it so haaaaaaaard, but then it made me want to kick myself in the teeth and punch myself in the clavicle and karate chop myself in the pancreas, and so I deleted it instead. And then I thought "well, what am I going to post about now?" And then I remembered.

Internet, I am going to show you a picture and you are not going to know what to make of it. I do not know what to make of it. I have absolutely no recollection of the sequence of events leading up to this picture, and I believe that the first time I ever even saw it, in fact, was last year when I unearthed it from my parents' massive photo collection. I'm thinking it was taken sometime in late 1995. Presumably at a point in my life when I was very, very, very exhausted.

Happy Christmas, Internet! I hope you all have a wonderful day, filled with much merriment, many mince pies, lots and lots of presents, a whole bunch of hilarious family jokes, as much champagne as you can comfortably drink, and---most important of all---NO LEGWARMERS WHATSOEVER.

Okay, so this one isn't so much a poor clothing choice as it a poor judgment call, but I figure bad decisions are bad decisions, so what the hell. I came across a massive bundle of old photographs the other day and was so excited at all the horrors within---sartorial and otherwise---that I now believe I have enough evidence to keep Bad Decision Tuesday going for.....well, possibly forever.

No, you're right, you're right, you haven't gone crazy: it is Wednesday, not Tuesday, but I realized I hadn't done a Bad Decision Tuesday in a while---what with, you know, going on vacation and getting engaged and all---and yet Bad Decision Wednesday just didn't have quite the same ring to it.

I like to keep it fresh around here for Bad Decision Tuesdays: you just never know what decade you're going to end up in! Last week, for instance, we hovered somewhere around 1987 or 1988 while laughing at my beret; the week before that, we landed in 1993 to gawp at my too-short dress.

So last Tuesday, we went all the way back to 1993 to laugh collectively at my too-short dress. For this week's Bad Decision Tuesday, I thought I’d whip us back even further in time so we could all have a good old guffaw at my apparent homage to....well, whoever wore berets and wore them famously. Pablo Picasso?

One of my favorite things to do when I'm home in Singapore is to look through all the old family photos. The way I phrased that, you probably thought I meant I looked at them in albums, right?