Wow. I just experienced the most uneventful birthday EVER. It's completely my fault, though, for being still mentally on a honeymoon, a lazy student, and a slow packer.
In any case, my wonderful husband cooked a marvelous stir-fry tonight. He also purchased yummy chocolate desserts. He was very calm as I flew in myriad directions today, cursing and sighing.
I've got to be honest. I'd almost rather get no birthday wishes than to get 20 million Facebook birthday greetings. I think that's about as cold and calculated as my car dealership or investment banker sending me a birthday card. Save the paper. Save the cyberspace.
I've got to be even more honest. I'm sick of presents. Ashamed to say that there are six unopened wedding gifts sitting on the living room floor. Still will be unopened when I get back in July. When I look at gifts, it just makes be think of two very depressing things: the unwritten thank you notes and the absence of a place to put all of them.
Could it be? I'm in my 35th year. I want to be in my 20s again (but still have Steve).
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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Elise,
Forgive us, for I don't think we sent a card via PO or cyberspace...we might have even too busy to celebrate our own (36th)anniversary which coincides with Watergate. Charles did give me a toy duck w.sunglasses -we have a collection in bathroom sans glasses. Really enjoying your blogs!
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