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Starting My Next Year With a Bang
Some birthdays are better than others. My sixteenth birthday was a lot of fun. Boo surprised me by hiding in the coat closet and when I went to get my jacket he grabbed me and delivered a kiss so steamy if my father had noticed, Boo would have been seriously injured.
My 27 birthday sucked rotten eggs as I watched my child struggle to live through a blood infection that was intent on killing him. That sucked. No amount of birthday cake or bday wishes from the cute residents could turn that birthday around. My thirtieth birthday rocked. Best birthday to date. Until my son died 24 days later. Kinda killed the whole ‘rocking my 30’s’ mojo I had going on.
So waking up to discover I was not only infected by the plague but looking and feeling like death warmed over on my 32nd birthday wasn’t really as devastating as one would think. Particularly since the hubs was absent and the only celebrating I had in mind was to curl up on the couch and watch whatever channel was the least fuzzy out of the three I have to pick from.
But thank you for all your kind words and birthday wishes. They warmed the dark and fuzzy recesses of my heart and catapulted me above the self-pity that threatened to swallow me whenever I looked in the mirror and saw a monster staring back.
Oh la la. Look at me. I’m sooo sexy.
Freak.
I’m feeling marginally better now. The room has stopped spinning long enough for me to drag ole Racy Red out and get a little dirty.
As my gift of thanks to you, I’m sending you over to view Racy Red’s latest sexy exploits.
After all, I may be sick, but I’m not dead.
September 29th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
I’m sorry I missed your birthday, but after checking out those pictures, it’s probably better that way.
Kidding, of course. You’re gorgeous all the time, and seeing pics of you - even with red devil eyes - made me wish I were there to hug you in person. Germs don’t scare me.
September 29th, 2007 at 1:15 pm
Oh, T. Sorry about the birthday. May next year’s be phenomenal, just to make up for it.
And you were thinking about Bug last night, right?
xxoo
September 29th, 2007 at 7:36 pm
Well Happy Birthday anyway!
Oh, and thanks for the reminder about Racy Red *smirk* I could probably continue my rather G rated post of this morning over there…. highlighting the good, no the fan-freaking-tastic, elements of last night, rather than getting sprung by my 15 year old!
Oh the humanity…… I am still hiding in the cupboard.
But apparently the neighbours are going to give me a fruit basket in thanks, so that is something to look forward to.
And now my 8 year old is asking me how to spell boobs……. I can see the social services will be paying me a visit.
September 29th, 2007 at 8:37 pm
Picturing you getting all sexed up while sick makes me think of Monica on Friends when she was sick saying to Chandler, “Don’t you wanna get wiff dis?” Herlarious!
Feel better and Happy Birthday!
September 30th, 2007 at 8:22 am
Its always good to wish yourself Happy Birthday. LOL.
September 30th, 2007 at 8:51 am
I’ll go over and see Racy. She is such an inspiration.
I think about Bug every time I think of you.
xo
September 30th, 2007 at 9:05 am
Oooooh, something good for me to read later. I can’t wait!
Glad you’re on the mend.
September 30th, 2007 at 5:31 pm
A little late, but nonetheless - Happy Birthday!
Now I’m off to visit Racy. She’s one H-O-double T lady!
October 1st, 2007 at 5:53 am
Glad you’re feeling better. Hope 32 shapes up to be as lovely as you.
October 1st, 2007 at 5:13 pm
Happy birthday, Racy Red mama! Hope you had a great one!
October 2nd, 2007 at 3:09 am
Sorry to hear my hot red friend was sick on her b-day. Wishing you a belated happy one!