Yep, today is my birthday. I’m 33. Old enough to vote for the last 15 years, but still not old enough to run for president.
I’ve already gotten my presents–three very nice Barbies to add to my collection. Sometime today, I’ll probably mow the lawn. I might also light a nice-smelling candle, take a looooong bath, and paint my fingernails & toenails. I might try to get some shopping in, too.
As I get older, I find I very much enjoy birthdays like this. Nothing is expected of me. I can just kick back, relax, and do what I want (and yes, I actually do want to mow the lawn).
I’ll be here a lot today, too, because this is one of my most favoritest things to do in the whole wide world! Yay!
Hold on. Are you saying that today, the day I’m reading this, the second of July, is your birthday? I ask because today, the second of July is also my birthday.
My 29th today. My wife keeps asking me what I want to do today to celebrate. I’m pretty much noncommittal. I feel like having some breakfast, going to the record (CD) store in a little while, maybe hitting up a used bookstore or two, generally kicking it, perhaps stopping by the brewery downtown and having a pint with my dad, and having a nice dinner out tonight. That’s pretty much it for me. Sounds like we’re both pretty low-key.
I’m glad your birthday will be so relaxing for you. Happy, happy. I only wish that I had the same good fortune you have had with your gifts. I’m getting what I want (new CD player for the car to replace my broken one), but it’s on backorder, and probably won’t show up for a couple more weeks.
What, are you nuts? This country is just not ready for a female president. The Dead Chipmunk would kick my a**. That’s why I’m campaigning for him, instead of running against him!
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. They’ve already come true; I just woke up from a lovely nap, and now it’s time to think about starting supper, as my parents are coming over to help Mrs. 3 and I eat a large fillet of salmon I bought this morning at the harbor. Time to go start the barbecue.
Happy birthday, Christi. If it helps, remember that I’m biologically old enough to be your father. Not by much, and only because I was an early bloomer, but it’s within the realm of possibility.
On a new moon no less! Happy birthday!
I would bake you both a cake, but they don’t travel well, and then I would have to eat it myself!
You have your choice of Blues clues, hearts, Tubbies, or Tigger. Sorry those are the only cake forms I have. Is Devils food cake okay?
I suppose I could lite candles and have the kids blow them out for you. But that would meant that I would have to share with kids who don’t understand the love of chocolate.
