Thursday, August 05, 2010
There are no secrets anymore, except that I have sort of lost my sweet tooth. It's not enough that I've become longer of tooth, mind you. No one at work has an unknown birthday, and as much as I try to fly under the radar, it's almost certain that someone will bring in something sweet that I will have to eat.
And that would be a kind gesture, but I hope there's just a card. That would be less awkward, so that's my little birthday wish.
Birthday anxiety? No, and I'm not upset about being 47, and I will enjoy going out for dinner tonight, and I certainly enjoy the gifts. It would be insane not to like going out to dinner and getting stuff!
The most difficult thing is to remember how old I am. Forty-what? I'm losing track. Forty-seven is such a boring number. Yeah, I know there's a 47 Society for people who keep seeing 47 everywhere. There's a facebook page for these people, but of course. And I think many of us remember a certain blogger who was born on 4/7.
Hey, wait, this thought just in: someday, if I'm lucky, I'll live to be 85, and that will occur on 8/5, just like all my other birthdays! I'm so smart. Not everyone has a chance at that. I don't think Mom wants to ever be 1130, nor would Aral want to be 1030, and I doubt 3D would enjoy being 829. Heck, I might not enjoy 85. We shall see.
85? Where was I going with this? It's a little early to be having this problem. Anyway, have a great weekend, everyone!