You Say It's Your Birthday...

It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

I'm officially old now, if you listen to my hubby.

I asked him, "How can 37 be all that different than 36? Really?"

He answered, "It just is. You'll see..."

Why, because he's been 37 for a whopping 3 months now? Although, perhaps with the driver's license thing, he might be suffering some early Alzheimer's. Maybe.  Or it could be that he worked too darn hard this spring because at some point in his semester, every one of his colleagues was out on leave.  That could make you feel old. 


OK.  Back to ME, since it's my birthday!  36 was mostly a good year -- we went on a fab vacation to see dear friends in California, bought a new house, moved, and watched our children grow and learn.  I made a triumphant return to the stage, or at least a return.  I painted every room on the main level of our house except the kitchen all by myself.  Our flock is healthy.  Some of our garden is growing.  I survived Glee.

Year 36 also had some low points -- like the miscarriage and the struggle to conceive.  I had hoped to turn 37 either pregnant or skinnier, and I am neither.  Sigh...  A dear friend fought breast cancer and kicked it in the heinie.  Milo broke his little arm.

I wonder what 37 will bring?

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.