Happy birthday to me

If you're wondering why the banks are closed and you're not receiving mail, it's because today is MY BIRTHDAY, a national holiday. For some reason my office does not observe this particular holiday, but I plan to take a long lunch on the deck of Ray's Boat House and soak up the 83 degree heat God must have sent especially because he wanted me to have a nice pretty tan when I go out to dinner with my husband tonight.

The party that was not all about me was a fun time. People oohed and ahhed over my house just like they were supposed to. No one said anything mean about my red bathroom. People brought me stuff which they totally didn't have to do. But I am not complaining about my new Harry Potter book. Oh no. Or the Harry Potter glasses or the Harry Potter stickers or the Harry Potter poster which is SO going on the wall in my room. (Although Saturday night after the party I had a small crisis in which I realized that I remembered NOTHING about Book 5 (which I received as a wedding gift!) and decided that I needed to refresh with Book 5 before I started Book 6. So then Phillip started reading Book 6 and at 3 in the morning I wake up and Phillip is GLUED to Book 6, GLUED. This posed a potential problem, the kind that starts world wars, but thankfully my parents bought two dozen copies (one for each child, one for the airplane, one for the bathroom, one in case they lose one, one in case they lose that one) and didn't mind me taking one home.)

I still have birthday cake and many bottles of wine. Anyone want to come over?

Anyway, today I am 26 and slowly facing the fact that I will never be one of E!'s Hot 25 Under 25. I will not be the fantastically young bestselling author. I am not, unbelievably, a prodigy. I always thought I might be a prodigy at something, but, ah, it's too late now. Also, I am not yet the President's press secretary, I do not own my own Lear jet, I am not the editor of a world famous magazine and I did not grow those three extra inches. My "where do you see yourself" college essay was sadly and desperately incorrect. We are, however, the generation that experiences the "quarter life crisis" and I think I'll give myself another four years to win a Pulitzer and act on Broadway.

Should you care to lift my spirits about the lack of trophies on my mantle, all you LURKERS can leave me a COMMENT because TODAY is my BIRTHDAY. What's a personal website for if you can't demand that your readers make you feel special? Whee! I love my birthday. (I have been trying to explain the concept of a Birthday Weekend Extravaganza to Phillip, but he's not biting. He was not especially thrilled when I woke him up yesterday all "Do you know what tomorrow is!? Do you know what tomorrow is!?" But THIS morning he woke ME up and made me go downstairs before I got in the shower so I could see my present before he left- a perfect rocking chair, the kind I wanted the minute I knew I'd have my own house. He's learning, he's learning.) Anyway, say hi everyone! You don't want me to be sad on my birthday, do you?

Comments

[yoonie]

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dearest Maaaaggggiieee! Happy birthday to you! :)

Wishing you a lot of cake and happiness on your special day. Wish I could pop over to drink some of the abundant wine flowing in your new house! Until I have a chance to make a reservation at the Cheung Chateau, I'll raise a glass to you here in MY Washington. Love, yk.