Thirty-four year old toes
My birthday was…well…nice, if I’m honest. I’d been dreading it, and dreading my husband feeling like his efforts to make me happy were a failure. I’d even told him that he shouldn’t take it personally if I was unhappy. But I wasn’t! I shed a few tears, sure, but I do that every damn day…. I think I was IF-happy. You know, as close to happy as I get these days.
It helped that the weather was amazing. Jesus up in heaven cut me some fucking slack, and gave me a perfect 75 degree day, with a mild breeze. Because I have the incredible luxury of being able to skip work without anyone caring, I spent most of the day lying out in the yard. (Wearing a big hat and SPF 40 sunscreen, with loads of avobenzone in it, never fear!) My husband served me like a remarkably cheerful slave. Around lunch time he gave me a giant box of…fancy liquor! SO RAD! So I drank me some of that right away, greatly adding to the mood of mellowness.
It helped that I’d e-mailed BFB a few days before (basically right after reading all your nice validating comments…) expressing my “sadness” over “how things worked out” (i.e., my ANGER over what an THOUGHTLESS TOAD she’d been). She wrote back immediately saying that she’d been feeling awful about it and realized she’d fucked up and had been trying to figure out how to fix it and was very very sorry, thus resolving the Birthday Incident of Oh Ten. I’d suggested she sneak over if the in-laws went back to their hotel for a nap, and so she did, bring several charming presents that reminded me why I love her so.
It helped that all these nice people who I’ve only internet-known for a short while left me birthday wishes and hilarious shit stories! Thanks, y’all! You’re the best!
After we returned from dinner, we ended up engaging in an oddly enjoyable nostalgic activity. We googled “top 100 songs” from every year since around 1989. Even though Mr. Bunny and I had quite different musical tastes in our youth, and even though neither of us was at all top-fortyish, it turned out that pretty much every year there’d be a song (usually around number 50 or so…) where both of us were like Oooooooooh! That SONG! It totally did it for me back then! And then we’d youtube it up and listen, and just freak out about the memories that came flooding back. The experience might not come across well in writing, but give it a try sometime. It’s a great way to finish off a year / start a new one.
In my next post I will reveal my best birthday present! Can you BEAR the anticipation?!?!?!