It was a very good year
Happy birthday to me! Today I am 28 years old. Let us not dwell on how dangerously close to 30 that is and instead think about all the presents my husband should be getting me.
First on the list is the cancer curing, whale saving, sin absolving iPhone. As you know, I am not much for phones, with the talking to people and everything. Especially on cell phones, which are teeny little things with too many stupid features, like that thing that fills in your words for you as you type. I HATE THAT. I have a very old scratched up non-picture-taking phone and I am loathe to upgrade as that means having to enter in all my phone numbers again. But! I may have stopped by the Apple store yesterday and got myself kicked out after I slobbered all over one of the display iPhones. So clean! So simple! So easy to read blogs while Phillip chauffeurs me about town! For the first time in my life I am craving a gadget. The problem is, if Phillip gets one I'll be jealous, and if I get one Phillip won't be able to stand living in the world. Since we don't exactly have an extra grand lying around, I don't see myself opening up a little iPhone box tonight. Bummer.
Diamond earrings. Natch.
A homemade gift certificate offering to do all the nighttime feedings for one week. Wouldn't that be nice? I'm pretty used to not sleeping already, but every morning I'm dragging around wishing I could only have ten more minutes, ten more minutes. But I get up and take the baby downstairs anyway because one of us has a real job and earns actual money and that person is not me.
A box of chocolates. Apparently I am on the Diet again. Boo.
We have a kid now. That means we are never going anywhere by ourselves again. But I sure would like a trip to Hawaii. Last year for my birthday we went to Hawaii. It was divine. It was heaven. Last year on my birthday I was dressed up and sipping fruity cocktails in a fancy hotel lounge. This year I'm going to my first mom's group and then, even more exciting, heading over to the DMV, as my driver's license is expired and I did not realize this until Phillip took a look last night and was all, "Um, Maggie? Do you need to be able to drive?" YIPPEE.
Then there are the times when I covet a horribly expensive designer purse. I'm realizing it's not always convenient to drag the gigando diaper bag on a quick run to the grocery store. Not that a horribly expensive designer purse is necessary, but sometimes I walk by the horribly expensive designer purse store and it's like they are emitting BUY ME pheromones (how do you spell that?) from their front doors. Gah. Of course, if I had a snazzy bag I'd have to have a snazzy wardrobe to match, don't you think?
A dishwasher that works. Our dishwasher is great, unless you want to wash things on the top rack. Then it flings all the bits of food up to the top rack and leaves out the soap and water, because I'm constantly rewashing lettuce-encrusted glasses. Gross!
Anyway. That's just the shortlist. If I didn't have to find a way to take a shower in the next hour and a half I'd be all over the long list. But no, I have to have clean hair and not smell like sour milk if I'm going to my first mom's group. Why did I sign up for this thing? I won't know anyone there. I have to pay money to join. We're going to SHARE and you know how I hate SHARING.
But 27 was a good year. Jack and Fat think so too.
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OMG I am dying from the cuteness of Jack and Fat!
Posted by: Jennifer | July 18, 2007 at 08:58 AM
That picture cannot be that cute. It cannot be. It's not humanly possible! He is so adorable hugging Fat that I just want to squeeze him!!
Happy Birthday!! I hope this next year is wondering for you!
And that even if you get nothing from your dreamy list of birthday gifts, that you get at least something good (like maybe a night of uninterupted sleep)!
Posted by: carrie | July 18, 2007 at 09:05 AM
*WONDERFUL*, not wondering. Good lord, you'd think I had a kid on my lap while I typed or something.
Posted by: carrie | July 18, 2007 at 09:07 AM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mighty Maggie!
And ditto to the cuteness of Jack and his buddy Fat - oh my word!! that will be one to blow up to poster-size for his graduation open house. (c:
Posted by: kelli lu | July 18, 2007 at 10:56 AM
Happy Birthday! Hope it's a great one! I've really enjoyed reading your blog - you are hilarious! Your baby is precious! What a blessing!
Posted by: Stevie | July 18, 2007 at 11:13 AM
Happy Birthday Maggie!
29 is much, much worse and also THAT MUCH CLOSER to 30. I've only got six months left in my twenties and it SUCKS.
Bet it helps that Fat and his Sidekick are so damn cute.
Posted by: Emily | July 18, 2007 at 11:47 AM
Happy Birthday BABY girl!!! Man, I don't even remember 28 it was so long ago. Believe me ..it keeps getting better. Love the pic of Jack and Fat..super cute.
Posted by: Laura | July 18, 2007 at 12:02 PM
34 is pretty cool so don't be afraid of 28!
happy bday!
Posted by: Jennifer | July 18, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Happy, Happy Birthday!!
And don't worry-the 30's ROCK!
Posted by: Jenny Ryan | July 18, 2007 at 01:41 PM
happy happy birthday to my maggie!
sending love!
Posted by: yoonie | July 18, 2007 at 02:03 PM
Happy birthday, Maggie!!! You are one gorgeous 28-year-old. Seriously. You also have one gorgeous little man there. Looks like life has been pretty good to you. I hope you have a wonderful birthday! You'll be in my prayers today. :o) God bless you.
Posted by: Lindsay | July 18, 2007 at 02:18 PM
happy birthday maggia!
i wouldn't be too sad about the iphone. the next generation is right around the corner and then you guys can nerd it up 100% better, by my calculations.
i should come by and meet the lil' urchin one of these days, before he's full-size and needs his own iphone.
Posted by: lee | July 18, 2007 at 02:35 PM
Happy birthday one day late, Maggie! But you were late wishing me happy birthday, so now we're even. Yes, I totally did this on purpose. Yeah. That's it.
Also, I am (gulp) 31, and it doesn't hurt that much. It does hurt a little, though.
But at least we are not The Husband. He's 31 also, but he has TONS of grey hairs. He thinks I'm lying to him, but I'm not. Tons.
Posted by: Maureen | July 19, 2007 at 05:20 PM
Happy belated birthday! I'm coming out of my self-imposed vacation from blogs (from sunny colorado!) because I just had to read your blog - you make me laugh every time, and your blog is even better than whatever is on tv tonight. (and dude, that is saying something because we have been without TV for the last 4 days!) :-)
I LOVED 28... I know you will too. How can you not with that adorable child to stare at all day? :-)
Posted by: Christina | July 22, 2007 at 08:19 PM