Here it is. Happy Birthday to me.
Funny how most days I can’t drag myself out of bed until 7:30, but today, I woke up at 5:50 before the alarm, and when Frank came back from the bathroom, I was wide awake and said, “I want my presents!” I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I didn’t take a beta blocker last night (weaning off, every other night).
Of course, he made me wait until 6:30, the big meanie. He got me lots of cool stuff, including the Battlestar Galactica season 1 soundtrack that’s playing right now. And this weekend, we’re going hiking for the first time since our first date to the Grand Canyon. Yes, in Florida in July. We don’t care, we can handle it. We think.
Anyway, today I’m going to walk the dog, shower, clean a little, wait for the Fed-Ex guy, take Frank his lunch, go shopping with all my wonderful gift cards, get a pedicure, and go to Bible study. I may insist upon sushi for dinner, because I don’t want to cook on my birthday. Oh, I also refuse to go to Curves on my birthday. I went yesterday, so I can go Thurs-Fri-Sat and still get in 4 days.