I’m not sure when I stopped liking my birthday.
It forces me to admit I’m getting older and eventually I’ll be that little old lady no one listens to and people patronize because they think she’s crazy. And who knows? Maybe by then I really will be crazy. And that means I’ll have lost all of my mental faculties and that’s a special kind of hell I don’t want to think too much on.
All that having been said, people tend to want to say, “Happy Birthday!” and give you cake and it makes them feel nice so it’s not like I’m going to say, “Yeah, it’s my birthday. BUT, don’t you dare tell me.”
Cause that would be weird.
And it makes me feel a little uncomfortable but I attribute it to the fact I don’t like all of the attention focused on me but if it’s my birthday then it’s OK to have it all focused on me. Right? And thanks for all the birthday wishes on Skype and Facebook. It’s been like immersion therapy.
And sometimes people cook yummy dinners for you. Like yesterday when we went to Birmingham to eat a yummy dinner with my Aunt Ginni and that part of the family.
I got two of the coolest cards; Tucker and I are really going to have to step up our greeting card game.
Since I know you’re dying to get me a present–How thoughtful of you, might I add?–here are a few things I would be most appreciative to receive:
- Dell Vostro 2510 battery–9 cell if you’re feeling really generous
- USB data cable for my Samsung Captivate
- Bombay Sapphire and a jar of garlic and jalapeño stuffed olives
- Spectacular fried rice
- Spectacular sushi
- Spectacular ribeye–medium rare to medium
In all actuality, I know I’m getting anything today and I’m cool with that. I’m just happy I’m getting over this crud so I can take care of Cara and Ollie without feeling like I’m living in hell. I NEVER thought I’d be like, “Hey! Don’t worry about getting me a kickass present! I’m not drowning in my own snot so I have my health! That’s enough for me!”
Wow. I’m getting old.
Tomorrow I start this Cinch! diet I agreed to do with some other cool females and that means I am gonna eat the zillion dollar pizza–Tucker’s name for it–that’s living in the freezer and drink a couple of pots of coffee and drink lots of artificially sweetened drinks.
It is my birthday, after all.
