What a wonderful day this has been, Friday the 13th and all. Several weeks ago, I declared that it would be a lucky Friday the 13th, in special observance of my birthday, and so far it has been. Especially since I didn't get a speeding ticket on the way to my birthday lunch. That would have put a serious damper on things. I work for a company that gives you your birthday off as a holiday, so I've been able to play all day. This included a trip to Asiana Grand Buffet, home of the "free buffet on your birthday" special, where I ate my weight in sushi and wontons.
I love birthdays. I've never understood friends and acquaintances who get depressed about birthdays, or the dread and regret they express about becoming some unwanted age. I mean, birthdays are fun. There's cake, and ice cream, and you get to be Queen for a Day! What's not to love? And I love having been born in May, when the flowers in my garden are bright and beautiful, and the weather is perfect for spending the day outside playing in the dirt.
When I was younger, I assumed that the happy anticipation I always feel as my special day approaches would one day fade. Maybe when I reached 30. Or 40. But this was number 48, and it hasn't faded yet. Maybe at 50? I hope not!
So guess what? New birthday Garden Kitty needs a name! Any suggestions?
|Look at her sandals! Aren't they cute??|