Um , yeah. 50. Heh. I'm still not thrilled, but as the Brooklyn Boy says, I will just have to get over my bad self. The weekend, I regret so report, was completely devoid of dethpicable acts of degeneracy. No dancing on tables, no cavorting with surfer boys, nothing I would be embarrassed to remember the next morning. Sigh. The boy came down with a stomach bug and the favored Tavernier motel had no rooms available anyway. Which, given the late onset of the stomach bug, proved to be a blessing in disguise. So we cocooned. Why is it birthdays just never live up to their own press?
Heh. Ok, the 5 minute pissing and moaning limit has been exceeded. Next!
We'll see what fresh hell I can cook up for your amusement this coming weekend. After all, I have a serious mid-life crisis cliche to live up to, yes? And I suspect it will involve fiber anaesthesia and serious emotionally compensatory stash enhancement.
Hang in there, ya'll. Knitting will re-commence shortly.
"Fresh hell"? A Dorothy Parker allusion? Ah, you are one classy woman. Tres chic.
Posted by: Laurie | October 27, 2004 at 01:20 AM
Perhaps you can pose any new yarn you procure into suggestive poses?
My husband doesn't call my LYS the Yarn Porn Store for nothing...
Posted by: Secret Pal | October 27, 2004 at 10:28 AM
Well, I truly believe birthday celebrations should go on for a month! You have plenty of time to make up for the 'not so great weekend'. Time to give yourself something wonderful!!
Posted by: Margene | October 27, 2004 at 11:29 AM
Happy Bday, Big Girl. I'll be matching you in 4 years, and really not sure what to make of it. Don't you feel exactly the same as when you were 30 or so?
xxxx
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Posted by: staceyjoy | October 27, 2004 at 11:48 AM
Just stumbled on your blog today, Happy Birthday from someone who joined the Five-OH club in May. Oh, and don't forget ... "Fifty is the new forty!" (or so people are saying)
Posted by: Gaile | October 27, 2004 at 08:40 PM