Birthday Suit

Actually, tomorrow is my birthday, but tomorrow I'll be too busy running around with my kiddo and drinking margaritas on a deck somewhere to write an update, so y'all have to deal with the birthday cat a day early.

I love my birthday. Some of you may scoff and say it's because I'm still young and perhaps that's true. I turn 36 tomorrow, which is a good age. I'm old enough to do all kinds of fun stuff, young enough to enjoy my body, but old enough to listen to the aches and pains and know when to stop. I'm wise about a lot of things, but still stupid enough to jump into situations feet first and look around, all shocked puppy-dog and wonder how I got here. I have a sex drive. The thirties are a blast so far.

But I can also tell you that I'm still here and I'd rather still be here than not. I'd rather turn older every year and watch my face wrinkle and my hair turn gray and feel my knees get stiffer and realize that I don't get checked out by bagboys anymore, and wonder when bread got so expensive and look up one day and figure out that I am old than not. I am still here and my friends, there is only one other alternative, and I don't like it.

So I will celebrate my birthday today at work and tomorrow with my daughter and I will enjoy every casual "Happy Birthday" thrown my way and I will savor every bite of chocolate cake and every truffle in the box that Jef sent me and every sip of my margarita(s) tomorrow and every single moment of my birthday this year and the next and the next and the next.

I think y'all should do the same when your birthday comes up. But tomorrow, have some chocolate cake and wine, and when people ask you why, say "Didn't you hear??? It's Laura's birthday!!"

Smooches