Tomorrow is my birthday.Â I will be thirty-five, and so divisible by seven.Â That doesn’t happen as often as you’d think.Â I’m pretty thrilled about it.
I don’t have any issues with getting older. Â I am where I’d want to be, and if I could pick any life, I’d choose this one (well, I wish I could be living *this* life in Chattanooga or Asheville, maybe, but that‘s small potatoes, really).Â Of course, I worry about health and mortality, and all of that mess, like everyone. But as for wrinkles and grey hairs, bring em on!Â I just figure that going grey is an excuse to dye my hair crazy colors as I get older.Â Though it’d be nice to keep my teeth. I’m fond of them.
Tomorrow is also my fifth wedding anniversary, because I was silly enough to get hitched on my birthday.Â At the time, running around Vegas in glittery shoes and sunglasses, it seemed like a good idea. Of course, now I haveÂ to share “my day” my my husband, which means I never get to bowl on my birthday (he doesn’t appreciate bowling alleys, but that’s the only thing wrong with him. Swear!).
To celebrate, we’re going out to eat steak.Â We share a passionate belief that if you are going to drop a packet on a meal, you’d better have the steak.Â Otherwise, you’ll leave the restaurant saying, “That was pretty good, but I wish I’d had the steak.”Â This belief is what cements our love).
And if that isn’t enough for you (it really should be) tomorrow is also Arbor Day in Jordan, Remembrance Day (of some battle I don’t know anything about) in Turkmenistan (which I also know nothing about), Youth Day in India, and Zanzibar Revolution Day in Tanzania.Â Here in the US, anyone not observing my birthday is probably busy celebrating either National Pharmacist Day or Stephen Foster Memorial Day.
Happy Pharmacist Day, everyone!!! I suggest you observe the holiday with a steak (or bowling).