I had a birthday last week. I consider my birthday to be the most wonderful day of the entire year. I also consider anyone who doesn’t agree with me to be a jerk.
I’m happy to report that it was indeed the most wonderful day of the year. Michael took the day off from work and we were able to spend time together playing and celebrating my wonderfulness. My friend took Eva for a few hours so Myke and I could go to lunch at an adult restaurant with other adults, then we picked up Eva and went to the movies. We watched Trolls and ate a gigantic tub of popcorn and drank a Coke Zero big enough to make an elephant look dwarfish. We then sealed off the day with cake and presents.
Michael got me an electric knife sharpener and a cake stand. How did he know that’s exactly what I wanted? (It might have been the bullet-pointed birthday list I emailed him but it’s hard to say exactly.) He also wrote me a sincere note extoling my good qualities and overlooking my poor ones. It’s nice to have that guy around.
I initially felt weird about turning 37 but after a day of warm wishes from my family and friends, I felt grateful and blessed instead. And I got to eat German Chocolate cake with impunity.
37 ain’t so bad.
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