45

My vision blurred a bit and my stomach jolted just now as I admit out loud that I turned 45. Disgusting!

I absolutely love birthdays. Even as an adult, my birthday anticipation and excitement is real. Except for this year. This year I felt old and weird and on the verge of total incontinence.

45?! How?! Why?! This is an outrage! 

I better calm down before I pee myself.

Despite my disdain, it was actually a very pleasant birthday. I wept on the inside over being 45, but I cried out exuberantly on the outside when I bit into this beauty:

So I guess that makes me Even Steven. My birthday fell on Monday, so we went out Saturday night for BBQ with my cousin and his family.  Worth it.

On my actual birthday, Mykey took the day off from work and we went for a morning drive.  Clearly I'm old if going for a drive is the main event of the day. Baby napped, we ate burritos for lunch, and then we went to look at Christmas displays at the home store.  Baby loved it.

When evening arrived, it was full of gifts and a delicious chocolate cake that I made with my own two old and gnarled hands.

Sissy made me a delightful card. My sissy sent me dutch ovens, my boss (also called my brother-in-law) sent me fancy maple syrup and fancy chocolate covered peanuts, and my parents gave me money, money, money. And Mykey bought me chocolate, body scrubs (they don't scrub off the wrinkles or cellulite), and the best gift of all: a heated vest.  I look forward to frolicking in the winter cold with my vest on.

It was a great day turning 45.  So great in fact that Baby didn't want it to end.  Or maybe she just didn't want the cake to end.  

Either way, Happy birthday to me!