Last night, my friend Brian called me with his feet in the Gulf of Mexico. I got to hear the waves slosh over his feet. (It doesn't hurt that he has really cute feet.)
It started off a pretty awesome birthday.
So far, it doesn't seem to be letting up.
I may be old, but at least I'm happy!
Update from the actual birthday...
So yesterday was the actual birthday. I don't feel any older today, though. I think that's okay. I'm taking the entire month to celebrate. It's the least I should do, don't you think?
Last night, I worked a little late and then went to see my dad. We had a wonderful visit, made even better with brats, beans and potato salad. I love leftovers at Dad's house. We talked a lot. He's the only person alive right now who was there when I got born, so his memories are a true treasure.
He sent me home with a care package - food and toilet paper. You know, the stuff ya really can't live without.
Leaving the house I grew up in, I felt a pang of meloncholy. But I resisted the urge to call Christopher. Even though yesterday was the sixth anniversary of my one and only walk down the aisle, I did not get sappy and let him know I was sentimental. Score one for the aging divorcee.
I ended the evening with a long bath in my awesome tub (have I told you how much I love my bathroom?) complete with music playing and ice cold beer. Which I picked up before the power went off at the bank and it ate my debit card. True story.