on sunday i turned 35. my dad likes to say that you have lived 35 years and now you are working on number 36. it sounds scary. like life is half over scary. but that is not until i am 39 1/2, and i know this because a very old carny woman told me at the county fair that i will live to be 79. that gives me a strange bit of comfort. tony, she said, will be 81. i like that he outlives me, but i am hoping i die at 79 and 364 days and he dies at 81 on the dot because i don't want to be apart that long. 301 days if you were counting.
but really who wants to think about that? let's talk about presents!