God has a plan, see, and he wants you to...
Unfortunately, my family was having none of this quiet time for mom crap and my muse finally told me to fuck off. Too bad, because universal knowledge opens to me on my birthday and I knew all -- maybe next year I'll get it down for you.
Despite losing my opportunity to bring peace and harmony to the world, I had a great birthday. There was no cooking (of dinner anyway) --I picked up a pizza and some Cold Stone Creamery fun. From Lizzie I was handed a formal invitation -- complete with glued on feathers-- to a special performance she had created just for me (song and dance -- beautiful). Winnie drew pictures for me and made me a fan which came complete with lessons on how the Chinese use them to communicate things like, "I'm sorry", how to request a kiss, "go away", and "come on over". Frankie did homework with Winnie so I didn't have to. Rich brought me chocolate and some cash to get the bedspread I'm after -- then he put the kids to bed and I watched several TiVo-ed episodes of Divine Design.
And now my family has one year to plan the big 4o bash. Although, you do realize that birthdays mark the end of a completed year, so I am in my fortieth year right now -- the thirties are officially gone. For the record of my 30's, I missed my 36th year, I was 37 twice. I thought I was 37 almost the entire year until a friend was figuring out his and Rich's birthday and knew how much younger I was than Rich and pointed out that it was not possible for me to be 37 if he was only turning 38. No wonder I looked so good for 37!
I'm not one to give too big a crap about getting old -- of course I care some, but not much -- I'm just glad the Earth is still sustaining us and that I get to be here for another chance to get some things right and to enjoy the good stuff.