I bought a dress. It is beautiful, but it didn't get here in time for my birthday. The night out with the girls at a nice dinner and a bar hop ended badly. The next mornings hangover was a definite sign that I am getting to old to drink as much as I did. I ate pancakes and pizza and soda and frozen yogurt and then I felt much better. My hangovers are apparently teenage layabouts.
The day of my actual birthday I worked all day, my headache was still with me, but then it's been there for almost a month so what else could I have expected? I didn't wear my dress because it is too pretty to eat messy food in and we were going out to Mexican. It's easy and there is a place in town that makes flan so good I could give up chocolate for it. But I wasn't that into the whole idea of my birthday at all. In fact, I was kind of over it.
And then I got home.
And the house was clean.
And there were presents.
Beautiful, thoughtful, lovingly hand picked presents. An antique brass sheet music stand, complete with a pretty red bow. An antique crystal antomizer. . . for home made perfume. . . I feel so very 1920's starlet. And the best, mind blowing bit of there-has-never-been-a-gift-so-perfect-in-my-whole-life. Indoor skydiving lessons. I didn't know such a thing existed, but if I had I would have wanted that more than anything. Other than zero gravity, it's a close to flight as I can ever come.
I dream of flight. In my dreams my body lifts effortless off the ground and I swoop and dive through the air. I hate waking up from those dreams. They make me hate my regular life for a few groggy moments. Other than to live forever, the only super power I would ever want is to fly. And thanks to the husband, whenever I want, I can get oh so close it's kind of frightening.
So all in all, yes, I had a wonderful birthday.
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