I never
really understood the big deal about birthdays.
I mean,
really, it’s not like I have some condition or sickness that would lover my
chances of surviving another year and there are no big sabre tooth tigers
lurking around here.
So, really,
we’re celebrating that I didn’t step out in front of a big truck for a grand
total of 365 days?
Couldn’t
people celebrate me when I accomplish something real instead?
I mean,
honestly, I spent more energy on paying my bills this month than on turning 32.
And I sure felt like I deserved cake and alcohol more after that!
Anyways: I
turn 32 tomorrow. Yay!