Well, it’s not yet, since I’m writing this on Monday evening and yet it’s already happened since the dreaded day will have already passed as this posts. I’m not going to be Belle Poitrine and state that I am “frankly Forty” (and if you care about yourself at all you will click through and buy this life-changingly hilarious book by the author of Auntie Mame) since I am into the early digits of being f^&ing fifty.
It’s not that I am not thankful. I have relatively good health- nothing has fallen off recently. Best of all I have friends who care about me and prove it every day. I also have you Tonstant Weader, and you do more to buck me up than you’ll ever know. I even have a full head of hair, even if the grey in it can no longer be passed off as highlights.
So this basically is a big whinge while I’m wallowing in self-pity about being old and filling internets space that could have been about something worthwhile.
I’m wearing Bud Perfume “Ugly Bastard” because it just makes me smile. The idea of an Aussie “Ugly Bastard” showing up with this cake makes me think I’d even let him have a slice. In more ways than one.
What do wear when you need a grin?
Okay, here’s the Edit. Clearly on Monday I was in a foul mood. I have my reasons but I’m not going to bore you with them, since hey, Helen Keller managed to get over it, why shouldn’t I right? So the night before my birthday (my choice) some friends took me out to a delicious dinner and we had a great time chatting and just being our slightly goofy selves- cracking bad jokes and just being silly. The actual night of my birthday was a meeting of the Municipal League of BH on the Terrace of Greystone with nibbles and wine and seeing even more friends I’ve made over the years. It was absolutely lovely. My friend Terre and I ducked out early and went to Kate Mantilini for soup. It turned out to be a great birthday with good friends being good friends.
Image of me at dinner in a meat coma by my friend Donna, who really is the best.
Image: recycled from Wikipedia