I am so happy that today is my birthday. Yep, I'm 49 years young. I can't wait until my 50th but for now, 49 is pretty darn good. I didn't think I'd make it this far so I'm really, really happy.
I love birthdays. It's the one day out of the year I can be totally selfish and get away with more than I already get away with. I love presents and meals and flowers and all the fuss. I had to come right out and tell Manchild that birthdays were a really big deal for me so he'd know to make a fuss. When someone sings the birthday song to me, I'm slightly embarrassed but I still like it. I like cake, too. Vanilla - I'm allergic to chocolate. In my first year at my job at the pink palace, my boss got me a chocolate cake with chocolate icing. He made it himself. I hated to tell him that I couldn't eat it so I took a teeny little bite but I couldn't really enjoy it very much. Everyone else at work did! I really appreciated it that he took the time to make it home made and I felt badly that I couldn't eat 3/4 of it.
In my family, birthdays usually last a couple of weeks because we're so spread out and it takes a while for everyone to cross paths. I don't care. I like it! That makes the fun last longer!
This year, I hope I get a lawnmower. Mine is old and decrepit and I can't start it any more without lots of sweat and tears and pain. And I love, love, love to mow. So I'd be pleased as punch if I got one. I also hope my girlies will gift me with a house scrubbing. My house is so darn dirty it's embarrassing. There are cat-fur tumbleweeds rolling around. I've got cobwebs so big, they could catch a T-Rex. I'm not a very good housekeeper.
Anyway, happy birthday to me! I made it another year. Let's hope I make it to 50. Every single day is a gift and I love life.
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