Yes, it’s true. I had a birthday yesterday. I’m officially 21 years of age. Two decades plus one. *sob* I can’t believe it. I remember my 18th birthday with a tonne more clarity than I do any of the ensuing ones.. and now I’m 21? How is it that we never believe those little pearls of wisdom like “It only goes faster from here” until we’re gazing down at our own children (or alternately our catheters) saying the same thing? Why don’t we listen to our parents? How is it that I’m already one day closer to being 22? And why didn’t anyone answer my pleas for botox and collagen injections? *sob*
I did get a plethora of beautiful gifts.. Multicoloured sapphire and silver earrings, a beautiful peridot and garnet bracelet from Bryan (no, really – Not only am I now sporting earrings, I’ve slipped so gracefully, into bracelets. I just know I’m going to end up one of those old ladies with a safe full of jewellery that I pull behind me on vacations to Africa) some music, some clothing.. And a bicycle!! The last time that I had a bicycle of my own, not just somebody else’s that I was doing maintenance on…I was about 12. This one is a stunning Indian/British style huge wheeled bike that makes me feel like I should have a basket on the front filled with French bread and wine and flowers and I should be wearing capris and enormous sunglasses. It’s so fantastic, I just about died.
We had a big birthday dinner, a huge roast chicken with stuffing and cranberry sauce and all of the appropriate “fixin’s”. Bryan came over, and we all ate and ate until we were pretty sure we were just going to fall asleep. It was absolutely perfect.
I did get a plethora of beautiful gifts.. Multicoloured sapphire and silver earrings, a beautiful peridot and garnet bracelet from Bryan (no, really – Not only am I now sporting earrings, I’ve slipped so gracefully, into bracelets. I just know I’m going to end up one of those old ladies with a safe full of jewellery that I pull behind me on vacations to Africa) some music, some clothing.. And a bicycle!! The last time that I had a bicycle of my own, not just somebody else’s that I was doing maintenance on…I was about 12. This one is a stunning Indian/British style huge wheeled bike that makes me feel like I should have a basket on the front filled with French bread and wine and flowers and I should be wearing capris and enormous sunglasses. It’s so fantastic, I just about died.
We had a big birthday dinner, a huge roast chicken with stuffing and cranberry sauce and all of the appropriate “fixin’s”. Bryan came over, and we all ate and ate until we were pretty sure we were just going to fall asleep. It was absolutely perfect.
Anyone wishing to contribute to my karmic bank account, your donations are always welcome. So are the names of reputable plastic surgeons. One takes the wrinkles out of my life, the other out of my ass. Perfect.
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