Although I’m not ready for it, my birthday seems to be today.
I could do the whole “I’ll be 39 forever,” or “It’s the 39th anniversary of my first birthday,” but the fact of the matter is that today begins my 41st year.
Is this the point where I’m supposed to be a grown up? Because I still feel like I’m about 23 years old: bumbling, disorganized, confused, questioning, immature. When do those things go away? Next year? At 50?
Never?
I bet you’re wondering what sort of birthday prezzie I’m getting. Let me tell you, it’s fancy this year. It’s exactly the sort of present you’d expect a sex-blogger to buy with her birthday money. Is it lingerie? Sexy toys? A night out with a man at a fancy hotel?
Oh no. I’m buying myself a new range. I can’t wait!
Feel free to send along your birthday wishes in the comments below. I’ll be in the bathroom, checking for new wrinkles and gray hair and mourning the passing of my youth.
AND, because I forgot when I got so excited about the new stove, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Dammit, I had a reminder on my calendar and never got to it in time. I hope you can forgive me :-(
Happy Birthday!
Though I’m slightly disappointed… I’m currently in the “bumbling, disorganized, confused, questioning, immature” phase of my 20s, and was really hoping it would go away fairly soon. Guess not! It’s more fun this way anyways.
Happy birthday!! I’m 42 and still no where near feeling like a together, competent adult. I’m pretty sure that feeling just skipped our generation or something. Hope you had fun!
Happy Birthday!
Also, I think that’s a hot birthday present. Pun fully intended. Is it gas or electric? Ah, you settled people have it made. I don’t have a house to put a range in! And I can’t paint my walls, or hang anything up, *sigh*.
And if I can feel 23 for the rest of my life, it won’t be so bad!
It will be electric. At this point it’s still a potential oven. :)