just kidding. IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!
i love birthdays, but i get all awkward and fidgetty when i am center of attention. birthdays kind of shove you out there. (i wouldn't even let tony take a picture of me this morning). yuck. but i still love them. it would be perfect if on your birthday it was tradition to wear a box on your head. then nobody would see my goofy grin when they say happy birthday. i would still get to feel special but i wouldn't have to be all gidgetty and trippy and chappy and duhr-da-duhr, ya know?
probably not. because you probably just say thank you and move about your day.
but here i am, 36. thirtysixfreakingyearsold.
you know what happens at 36? you are just starting to teeter on the edge of that awesomeland of i.d.g.a.s. you know the one? i don't give a shiznet? old ladies get that luxury. i am starting to, but just barely (uh duh, see above)...
but here i am on the edge.
when my sub fell through for friday? eh. i.d.g.a.s.
when i hadn't washed my hair in four days? slap a kitty cat hat on it and i.d.g.a.s.
when i can't put mascara on after i curl my eyelashes anymore because i am old and my lids are starting to get droopy? who am i kidding? that one stings a little.
one year closer to yelling from my nursing home bed about the mashed up string beans and applesauce.