So I’m 32. It feels pretty stellar. Yesterday my friend said that women are their most beautiful at 36, so I’m working up to that. Shit, a lot can happen in 4 years.
I intend to practice some gratitude this birthday year and here are the things I am most grateful for since Wednesday.
*free bday coffee (I may or may not have prepped lovely #2 to help with that one)
*a job that I really love and working with people that make me laugh and appreciate my strange-ness
*birthday cheeseburgers and tacos
*free birthday cake
*Pina coladas with friends (obviously we call them penis coladas…which then morphs into turd-a-coladas…don’t ask me quite why
*friends that make you beautiful handmade things.
*friends who buy flasks as gifts
*spotting a midget walking his dog
*anyone that will sing a song to me on my voicemail
*coffee and pie
*the coziness of my bed after having to get up and get 2 stubborn people ready and bring them to school
*those 2 little stubborn people
*spotting another midget in the same day across town…this one was an extra tiny old woman. Fascinating.
*taking the double midget sighting as some kind of sign…and hoping that there will be more double midget days this year.