Something very exciting is going to happen to me, tomorrow. I’d thought that my recent trip was all the fun one person could stand in a lifetime, let alone a single week, but there is no stopping this. Ready or not, time is marching onward.
Actually, a whole bunch of exciting things are happening tomorrow, if you want to get technical about it. It’s pretty much going to be a non-stop bonanza of ECSTASY around here! Wooooooo!
You’re jealous. It’s okay; I understand. It’s a natural response. Don’t hate me because my life is thrilling!
Anyway, tomorrow. Let’s see. Oh, right!
Tomorrow morning I’ll drag the kids out of bed–they have been loathe to greet the morning since my return–and rudely force them to go to camp and have some fun, dammit. They will dawdle over breakfast while I pack their lunchbags full of food that they will either throw away or smush into the bottom of their backpacks.
Tomorrow at midday I will meet a friend for lunch because she insisted that we have lunch tomorrow. Eating is good. I like to eat.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll take Monkey to his kindergarten open house, where he’ll meet his teacher and explore his new room. Of course, he’s having the same teacher Chickadee had two years ago, in the room right next door to the room he was in last year, but whatever. It will still be An Event.
Tomorrow night I’ll pick up something for dinner, shake the packages the children have wrapped in paper and three rolls of scotch tape, and ask them if they got me a puppy. No? Not a puppy?? A hippo? No? They will giggle and protest and then crawl all over me once I’ve unwrapped whatever it is and demand that I tell them how much I like it. “Oh, I LOVE it!” I will tell them. They’ll be pleased.
[I have verified that neither package is large enough to contain a Chia Pet of any variety. Thank goodness. RIP, Freaky Tweety-head Chia.]
Then I will open the cards I received from my parents. I usually cheat and open them right when they arrive, but apparently 34 is the age at which you develop the patience to wait until your actual birthday to open stuff. Though I’m not sure it’s at all related to patience. I think it’s more that I’ve finally given up on the idea of a particular day being anything more than a reminder of all the things I was sure would change this past year and didn’t. But, hey! There’s always next year to screw up!
I jest, of course. Birthdays are important. Yes! And I am all about nurturing myself. Why, I have arranged things such that I will be basking in a veritable embarrassment of pampering for my birthday this year. It’s true! Behold!
Birthday gifts I have already given myself:
* A fabulous getaway with friends (which, I forgot to mention before, included a “I’m blogging this” t-shirt from Joshilyn)!
* A dead-sexy dress I neither needed nor will I ever probably wear!
* Guest blogging some snark that needed OUT but didn’t need to be HERE!
* Pretty shoes!
* Renewal of my car registration!
* A fun-filled trip to the dump!
And as if THAT wasn’t ENOUGH….
Birthday gifts I shall be receiving tomorrow or the next day:
* Lunch! Because, hey… sometimes, I don’t have lunch!
* Something my children picked out!
* A mystery item in the mail, I think, maybe; because Kira will tell me nothing more than “Your birthday is on THURSDAY. NOT Wednesday. Yes, let’s pretend it IS. On THURSDAY. Okay!”
* A state inspection sticker for my car!
* A thrilling bone density scan!
I tell you what. 34 is pretty darn exciting, already. It’s possible that turning 35 will flat-out KILL ME. Assuming that I’m getting enough calcium and my bones haven’t all turned to dust by then, anyway. Oh, the suspense!
its not midnight yet but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !!
I hope you have a GREAT day…
35 isnt so bad…I made it thru..:)
Happy birthday to you…….. Hope you have a great day.
Happy birthday to someone who has brought great happiness to others, even if she sometimes trips and stumbles over CLODS (you know, hunks of dirt, yeah, that’s what I meant) seeking her own slice of the pie. Bask in the kids’ adoration/misbehavior/energy/sweet charm on your birthday, Mir. As you celebrate them, we celebrate you.
Happy Birthday! Mine was Sunday. Leo’s rule!
What…you figured it out from my hints? WOW, you’re SMART!
Sorry I’m a dork. Maybe NEXT year I’ll manage to get you your present in time. After all, by then I’LL be 35, and that may be when I cross my line into actual maturity.
Seriously though, happy, happy birthday, sweetie. May this year bring you unimagined joy.
Happy birthday to youuuuuuu
Happy birthday to youuuuuuu
Happy BIRTHDAY dear MIIIIIIRRRRRRRR
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOUUUU!!!
I love ya!
Have a great and happy birthday!
Happy birthday Mir, thank you for being such an interesting and funny part of my life. I’m so glad you’re here. Much love from me to you.
The presents wrapped with three rolls of tape each are always the best ;-)
Hippo Birdie two ewe!
Hope it’s even MORE fantastic than you imagine!
You think 34 is exciting, try 43. EVERYTHING stops working, all at roughly the same time. Enjoy your youth, my friend!
Happy Birthday! Hope it’s the best one yet!
Hey Mim, I lot of people are pulling for you to have an awesome year…and more.
We love you.
Adding my wishes to the already long list. Happy Birthday …
It could be worse–I was 6 months pregnant on my 34th birthday (with my first child).
Have a great day.
Happy Birthday, Mir! May the next 34 years far surpass the last…in all things good and fat-free!
Happy Birthday! And you’re right about the sudden development of patience, with regard to presents (birthday and Christmas) – I used to be the biggest kid in the house. Now I can wait patiently for everyone else to open their gifts first. So finally I’m a grown up; it only took me 40 years to get there.
Wow. 35. Well, then….
Just think, the clothes your parents were wearing when you were born are all the rage these days. So you could say that you are now the height of fashion.
Mir – the new lbd of the internet.
Happy Birthday. I wish you many happy returns of the day. I’ll try to find you a pot for putting things in. oh, bother.
I cannot think of a clever way to say this, so you’ll have to settle for
You seem so sage and wise — I thought it wasn’t possible for you to be *MY* age. Well, you have a year on me; so maybe that year is all the difference.
From one girl who hopes to have as much together as you do in the next year, I wish you a totally happening, fun filled, birthday. Oh, and I wish you tape too — those gifts might take more than the stores have stocked through Christmas.
Happy, happy birthday, dahlin!
Have a great one! Bone density scan? Doesn’t sound like a good birthday present to me, but whatever floats your boat!
Hey – today is my birthday too! Happy bday to a fellow Leo. Rowwr!
HAPPPY BIRTHDAY! 35 is a lovely age. Old enough to know better, young enough to be spry enough to get away with it anyway.
Wishing you much happiness and health!
HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Go raise some hell!
Happy birthday, beautiful tulip! And I don’t just say that to anyone! Feel special! :)
Hey – we’re the same age! I’m not sure why I’m so excited about that, but what the heck. Cake for everyone! Yippee!
Aw, jeez! I miss two days and Mir picks just that time to have a birthday. Ah well, I’ll write it in the calendar for next year. Happy day-after-your-birthday, and many more!