So, I had a birthday the other day. Did you miss it? Don't worry, I am still accepting gifts.
If you follow me on twitter, there was no possibility of missing my big day. I was downright annoying with my self-indulgent birthday tweets. But hey, the squeaky wheel gets the grease . . . or at least it gets a birthday tweet from the one and only Christopher Kimball, he of Cook's Illustrated fame.
By the way, if you ever see a picture of Mike in a bow tie? You'll know I've turned into my own version of that Verizon NFL Mobile MVP commercial with Adrian Peterson.
Mike: "You're imagining me as Christopher Kimball again, aren't you?
Me: "Don't be silly, Christopher Kimball. Wink.
It's very geeky, I know. Looking back on my day, I realize it was pretty geeky in general. This is what makes me happy these days. Ignoring the housework and getting lost in twitter for awhile. Getting psyched about finally owning this cookbook, with nary a food porn picture to be found. Spending two hours in Starbucks, getting a private lesson on using Lightroom. Curled up in bed with a book.
Gone are the days of celebrating my birthday doing shots of Lemon Drops and Purple Hooters chased with Zimas. Thank God.
If I had any notion that I was still young and hip instead of pushing 40, this card from Elena nipped it in the bud.
There's Elena, with long, flowing hair, a mini-skirt, and kicky boots. Be sure to note the slim-fitting clothes and perky chest. Me? Flat hair, baggy shirt (to hide my saggy chest, I presume), and yoga pants. Thanks, sweetie. Thanks a lot.
I'm no spring chicken anymore, and I'm okay with it. If getting older means I know what I like and have the sense to stick to it? Then up with aging! I can't be getting too old, though, seeing as how I managed to sneak some whoopie into my celebration.
Whoopie pie, that is.