Hey, y’all, it’s my birthday eve! My MO for birthdays is to get the heck out of town. Most of the drive for that is because I *hate* my birthday. I hate the planning, the party, the fear that NO ONE WILL SHOW, etc. Even if by “party,” I mean, “meeting people for drinks.” I’d just rather avoid the entire situation and all the uncomfortable, unwanted attention by hopping on a plane to Barcelona or jumping in a car bound for the whiskey distilleries of Kentucky.
So like I said: I normally loathe my birthday, but this year I’m weirdly excited about it. My co-worker asked me if I had anything fun planned, and when I listed out my plan (which I am very excited about and think sounds like the MOST fun), I realized how super-lame it might sound to others.
The Most Epic Birthday Plan of All Plans:
- Morning bike ride with Chris down a new-to-us trail
- Build a garden bed and plant my peppers, squash, and last tomato plants
- Hopefully drink a delicious bevvie in the sunshine somewhere
- Prezzies? Maybe I’ll get prezzies!
- And maybe go see the new Star Trek movie. Or not! You know why? Because it’s MY BIRTHDAY, and I DO WHAT I WANT!
Whatever. This weekend, I march to the beat of my own lame birthday drum.
I got my early birthday present from Chris a few days ago (because, really, you can’t take my bike away from me for very long): bike upgrades out the yin-yang, as well as a much-needed tune-up. It feels like I’m riding a new bike, and I love it.
“Hey, girl, get out of the way so I can take a closer look at that SEXY BIKE, will ya?”
In other news, the garden continues to grow. We have a bit of a lettuce problem…
And a slug problem…
And sweet potatoes that need to get in the ground… Remember that time I worried that they wouldn’t sprout? Yeah…
And front landscaping that I hope will turn into an edible wonderland of chard, beets, kale, and cabbage.
Merry Birthday Eve to me! 33 was mostly pretty darn charmed, all things considered. 34 will be another good year, I think.