happy birthday to me
I know it's a little early to be celebrating my own birthday, but I can't help it. I'm still up, and it's about to be midnight.
I promise I'll be going to bed soon...I still have that miserable headache, and I fed it a glass of red wine, so it might have a little fight still in it.
Back to my birthday...
Have I ever mentioned how much I like my birthday? I like getting birthday wishes...I like getting presents (even little ones)...and I like that the whole world celebrates my birthday. But being a New Year's Eve baby hasn't always been as exciting as many people seem to think.
When I was a child, it was hard to get anyone to come to my birthday parties because their parents were celebrating in a completely different way...and when I had children of my own, I could never find a babysitter. And I suppose it's lucky that I'm not a big party person, but I never remember to make dinner reservations, so we end up eating someplace boring or at home.
If I get there early enough, there might be a table at Waffle House...
But how can I really complain when I am lucky enough to have parents that have always made a point of separating my birthday from Christmas, despite the close proximity?
I don't know exactly what tomorrow has is store for me yet, but I hope it will be a good birthday, and a wonderful New Year. If I'm lucky, I might even get cake.
I think I deserve it after eating salad today.
Until the next time...I'll be a year older and hopefully, at least a fraction wiser!