It is my birthday tomorrow . I will be 45 years old. That’s super super awesome because now I can say “I’m hip, I’m cool, I’m 45”.
When it’s your birthday, people often ask you how you are going to spend your special day. Of course, I can’t do everything in the whole world that I want to, but here’s a partial list of what I’d like to do to celebrate my natal day:
Get my run over with early in the day. I’m hoping that it’s one of those runs where it feels effortless.
Wear my favourite summer dress from Yoka.
Have a latte.
Sit on the front step, with a good book, and Gracie. I am currently reading:
Have a sandwich
Browse through the bookstore.
Snuggle Fiona
Watch TV with Brian.
Needlepoint
Order needlepoint supplies on line.
Ride my new bike!!
Ride my new bike!!
Buy some fancy soap at the lady store down on Queen St.
Order in Thai food for dinner.
What I will actually do is do my exercises begrudgingly, wear grubby shorts and a t-shirt, have re-heated coffee, yell “NO” at Gracie most of the day, clean up dog crap on the floor, vacuum and pick at my cuticles. Later I’ll watch TV with Brian and needlepoint.
And that will be pretty good, too.
