I actually received a birthday greeting from a girlfriend from high school now based in Australia greeting me a happy 40th.. I wanted to bop her in the head.. she should’ve remembered we were the same age, and she is turning 39 this June. So perhaps in terms of “state of mind” she has grown older — and more forgetful — of such matters. I forgive her.
So here I am buried in files at work — trying to find a sheaf of papers my boss thinks she gave me, but which I have no recollection of whatsoever. So between my selective amnesia and her propensity to misplace her papers, there’s a million and one places where that file could be. And she wants to take it home. (Yes, it’s 4PM, leaving me 2 hours to burrow through my heaps here and find it!)
Meanwhile, I’m wondering how I can sneak out to take my mom out to the doctor tomorrow for an 11:30 appointment. (Maybe clone myself and have my “copy” stand in here at work.
I haven’t really made plans about celebrating my 39th birthday except that I know I will take home a quart of Cold Stone Creamery’s ice cream. I’m supposed to be entitled to 5 mix-ins.. let me see.. let’s have banana, white chocolate chips or the crunch bar, yellow cake, maybe graham crackers (let me think about that..), and marshmallows.. (I can only have 5..) I haven’t even thought of a cake.. maybe I’ll pick up one from the neighborhood bakery which I’ve come to discover serves some fantastic goodies.
I’m thinking if I will treat the family out to a birthday feast (besides the actual treat Alan is giving on Mikey’s and my behalf closer to Mikey’s birthday..) All I know is this is a truly special birthday because Mommy is with me, and Angel is not here, and Alan and I have been together for 5 years.. It’s blessings like that that make turning 39 truly worth celebrating.