At the risk of sounding like a teensy weensy child with a big ol’ bow atop her pincurls…
…Today is my birthday.
And even though 33 is far too old for pinafore-wearin’ (I asked), I’m still down to celebrate. Because seriously, at this point it’s never been clearer to me that every single second of life is worth celebrating. Even the parts which aren’t quite so self-high-five-worthy.
Nora (still very much so three years of age) informed me that she was going to make me a banana cake. I asked her what recipe she had and this is verbatim what she told me:
“You smash some bananas, smash some peanuts, you need one cup of jam, two cups of sugar, three cups of cake [ed. note: I knew it was in there somewhere], four cups of bread, seven things of some orange pieces, and eight apples. Mix it in. And then it’s a cake. And you’ll need nine peaches. And you stir and you stir and it’ll be so yummy to eat. And put candles on and blow it out and you eat a piece. And that’s how you make a cake. If you make a cake you can make a banana cake with all of your favorites.”
Pinterest that, ladies.
Things haven’t changed a whole heck of a lot in terms of how I celebrate my birthdays. I mean- yeah- my older sister has ceased doing puppet shows at my parties (for reasons that are way beyond me) and has recently slacked in the department of reading the [first] Mario Brothers Nintendo game cartridge insert story to me on my birthday eve (it was a good read)…but I still found myself playing with porcelain dolls this morning. And while I’m not wearing the purple two-piece Birthday Outfit O’ Awesome (which I rocked for roughly six years), I am wearing a sundress.
And a crown.
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| Eerily like what I’m wearing today. |
I even have a birthday request. Which- oh my gawd- I realize is crass. But indulge me. Because this year has already been A YEAR, youknowhatImean?
My birthday request (besides world peace, a nap, and for my Dad to get better/make me a tray of his famous Alfredo) on the oh-so milestonerrific 33rd birthday is to get my Facebook page‘s likes up to 660. Really. That’s it. Why 660? Well, today’s June 6th…and asking for 6613 likes is borderline cray cray…and hiking the number up by 200-something seems doable…and 666 is the devil.
So 660. Obviously.
If you’re so inclined, it’d be awesome if you’d share this here linky loo:
That one. Right up there. The way I figure it, this birthday present is way cheaper than a smallish blue box from Tiffany’s and way less mentally crushing than that time I asked for a bunch of troll dolls and every single kid at my party showed up with one, but two kids came with identical soccer trolls (which I loved), but after the party one had disappeared and I stayed up for like a week searching for it and clearly- 23 years later- have yet to move on.
I thank you. (Both for sharing and for not being outwardly judgmental about my inability to let go of material possessions.)
And thanks for being part of what I’m already pretty sure is going to be my favorite birthday.
As soon as I find that darned soccer troll.
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