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September 16, 2005
You Say It's Your Birthay (nuh nuh nuh nana)
WooHooo! It's my birthday!!!!! So far, I have received a first edition copy of Thud!, the new guards book by Terry Pratchett and a note telling me that a donation has been made to the American Humane Society's Disaster Relief fund (thank you Mom and Dad, it's a great gift). Also, two donuts with lit candles in them from my sweetie.
I had no idea Terry Pratchett had a new book coming out this soon, it seems like we just finished Going Postal. It came with a note saying, "Sally my love. What more can I say than 'woo hoo!'" Woo hoo! exactly. This is such a big deal that I have been given permission to stop the reading of another Terry Pratchett book to begin Thud! almost immediately.
It's odd. Birthdays no longer seem like extra special days outside of time. They haven't for several years now. Anymore, my birthday is just like any ordinary day, but with presents and extra good dinner.
As far as I'm concerned, a birthday should begin with a trumpet fanfare and a parade of presents, followed by exactly the right breakfast (donuts with candles works very well for this) and the birthday celebrant shouldn't do anything she doesn't want to. Plus, much bowing and scraping should occur every time the celebrant walks into a room, along with adoring murmurs and sighs and heartfelt congratulations.
So far today, I have emptied the birthday dishwasher and put in the birthday contacts. This afternoon, I will be attending a birthday workshop (though everyone else thinks it's training for the Native Voices project). And I might take out the birthday recycling a bit later.
Mind you, I find the lack of a birthday earache to be cause for celebration indeed. I saw the doctor yesterday about the fact that the cold seemed to have lodged in an ear and, like a 6 year-old, I have an ear infection. Well, actually, I have two ear infections and a sinus infection. But no sign of pneumonia. The lungs are miraculously and gloriously clear. Though I still have to go on antibiotics. Anymore, I should just head to the doctor at the first sign of a cold and get the antibiotics so I can take them the moment things begin to spiral out of control.
I now have to go grab the one-eyed birthday cat who is racing around the house like a small piratical whirlwind and give him a big, ole birthday smooch. (He likes that.)
Posted by sally at September 16, 2005 09:22 AM
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