Do I know how to party, or what? Apparently, I learned the "always snag a reserve bottle" trick by my first birthday.
That was the sentence that made me question the story. Just check the family albums...every childhood birthday shows a two-tier cake, with my candles on one level, and "Tad's" on the other, and both of us standing behind it. Furthermore, my sister pointed out that Mom was blind without her glasses back then, and would not have been wearing them in the delivery room, so she could not have seen the clock. Then, from somewhere in my memory banks, comes a story of several false alarms the week before I was born, and something about maternity insurance not kicking in until October 1st. Hmmmmm...
So, that's my entry into the world...my life begins with a very fishy story, possible insurance fraud, and the theory that time is relative (to the occasion). If I was inclined to blame life's disappointments on birth trauma, I think I could get a lot of mileage out of this added bonus material. As it is, I've decided it's a good excuse to celebrate my birthday twice!
'Kinley rode along to check out the fall colors today. I'm seriously not sure I should be allowed to drive this time of year, as the sumac and alders, like these chokecherries are extremely distracting in their crimson and gold splendor. Talk about A.D.D. ! Oh, look....!
I'm celebrating today already. Thanks to all who sent cards and emails! I just opened a box from my friend Roberta, who lives in Chicago. The box itself is a gorgeous designer thing, and unbeknownst to her, I actually have a thing for gorgeous gift boxes. Inside was a beautiful meditation drum with CD and instruction book, which is perfect, as I've been meaning to check out this increasingly popular form of meditation and celebration. Also in the box was a book, The Creative Entrepreneur, A DIY Visual Guidebook for Making Business Ideas Real, which I am dying to curl up with and enjoy. Alas, not today, as a few of my girlfriends are having a party for me this evening. I have been promised chocolate cake and sex on the beach. The latter is a drink, the former is probably the name of a drink too, but I'm pretty sure I'm getting the solid kind with candles.
Thank you, Precious. It's my favorite present.
So, Happy Birthday to Dona, Heather, Teri and Tad, and A Very Merry Unbirthday to all the rest of you!
p.s. to those who know the birthday/dog curse...McKinley is healthier today than he was last year, so no worries.