|My daughters did make me this adorable |
and very yummy cake though!
Then I started to worry that I hadn't done enough with the first 44 years. All those wasted hours of television, iffy novels, and sleeping. Then I had a terrible thought--the next 44 years could be worse. Harder things could happen (really isn't that inevitable after all).
I better stop writing; I'm working up to another attack.
I couldn't sleep all night and ended up watching HGTV re-runs deep into the morning. Strange existential crisis.
Happy Birthday to me--and a nice cheery post to you!