Well, I’ve been 35 for nearly a whole day, and it doesn’t feel much different. Then again, I felt about 50 before today, so… make of that what you will.
Things I did not have to clean up today: Vomit, pee.
Thing I did have to clean up today: Poop. (Dog, you have overstayed your welcome. I don’t care how cute you are, you have defiled my home repeatedly. Begone.)
Traditional dessert I did not have today: Cake. (Maybe tomorrow.)
Traditional dessert I did have today: Ice cream. Woohoo!
Food we ate that was cooked today: Nothing. Leftovers, baybee.
Food that was cooked today that won’t be eaten until winter: 6 quarts of turkey stock. Who wants soup?
Gifts from my parents: Cute cards, and cold hard cash.
What I bought myself with the cash: Nothing. It feels like a monumental decision, and so far nothing has really called to me. (Well, lots of things call to me, but they have to call louder than the voices already in my head.)
The doctor’s office called and said: All bloodwork normal. Maybe it’s a virus.
The doctor’s office then called back and said: Maybe you should see a rheumatologist? (I said, Why are you asking me? Aren’t you the doctor?)
Gifts from my children: The super-secret photo album project, a wind-up flashlight, a necklace charm, and a couple of inches of melted Frosty from Wendy’s.
My favorite gift from my children: Well, it wasn’t the Frosty. That was just weird. But the wind-up flashlight is pretty cool.
Gifts from Otto: Otto was under strict orders not to spend money on a gift for me, so I received a couple of homemade CDs and then—getting off on a technicality of claiming that “flowers aren’t a gift”—he sent me blue orchids.
My favorite gift from Otto: The card that came with the flowers, or possibly just that he sent blue orchids and that was just plain cool. Pffft, you got roses? I got BLUE ORCHIDS.
Who I talked to on the phone today: The entire free world, I think. I felt very popular, what with all the calls.
Most unexpected call: A friend I haven’t spoken to in quite some time. We had a nice talk, despite her opening with, “Happy birthday! What happened to us? Are you mad at me?” (My response: Thank you, I’m not sure, and no.)
Most predictable call: My brother. We always call each other on our birthdays. I tell him what the kids are up to and then he sends me a picture of his iguana.
Farthest phone call: A friend of mine in Scotland called and sang to me, albeit the “live in a zoo, smell like a monkey” version. (I can’t decide whether I’m flattered not to LOOK like a monkey or offended to smell like one.)
The red herring phone call: I went ahead and ordered my hormones from a Canadian pharmacy, online, despite a friend’s warnings that maybe the pharmacy was really in a third world country somewhere. Any residual fears were laid to rest when Pharmacy Guy called “aboot” my prescription. (Damn; I should’ve asked if my meds will come in bags, like their milk!) (I do not know why I remain so obsessed with this milk-in-bags thing. You Canadians, with your bagged milk! So quirky!)
What I didn’t do today: Um, anything.
What I need to do tomorrow: Clean my house. Or move.
All in all, not a bad day at all. (Wow, I just reread that sentence. Do you think I could use the word ALL a few more times? That’s some good writing, right there. Hooboy. Going to sleep now.)