Oh Cass, many hugs to you. I want to say happy birthday, but I realize that it will be a bittersweet one. Over time, the holidays get easier.
Lorne ,'Smile Time'
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We're doing that side of family dinner on Saturday and, I think, hanging out on part of Sunday. But my actual birthday is Monday and I'll spend that with Mom with whom I plan to do yoga in the morning and have no idea what to do later, maybe lunch and errands.
It's going to be a really bittersweet but hopefully I am thinking of Saturday as Dad's night and us celebrating Father's Day. And Monday can be my birthday. I need the closure of the dinner, I think, but I hope it does get easier as well.
And I am kinda wishing it weren't the year I turned 42. This birthday is supposed to be fun and full of geekery.
And I am kinda wishing it weren't the year I turned 42. This birthday is supposed to be fun and full of geekery.
Oh wow, and such a birthday! I was planning a big party for my 42nd birthday and then my MiL got her diagnosis that month and there went my plans. sigh. I guess I can aim for my 50th? One of these years I'll have a birthday party.
Oh and I should say that the year can pack in enough fun and geekery to totally make up for it.
Hmm. I turn 42 in 10 days, and...I don't want anything else crappy to happen between now and then.
I hope 42 is a good year for you, Cass and Teppy. I'm sure it was a good year for other people. But I gotta say, mine was a pretty horrible year.
Cass, buy yourself a towel. You deserve a really, really nice one. Bathsheet. Fluffy.
(My favorite towel is the one I got for my friend's 42nd birthday, which was unfortunately a year and a half after he died. But I got him a really nice one. I figured he'd have appreciated it, as I've never met a bigger Douglas Adams fan than he was, and that he would never begrudge me his spirit towel.)
Which reminds me, I STILL need to get myself a second memorial towel for someone who died at almost 42.
Towels have become very meaningful to me.
I'll chime in as a counter example to say that 42 wasn't bad for me. In fact, compared to previous years, it was pretty good, all told. And 43 is starting out fantastic. And I think I even had friends drag me out on my birthday, and I had fun and stuff.
But 42 was definitely the year I finally dragged myself out of the mire of suck that I've been through recently.
42 was an awesome year for me to get married! I highly recommend that for you, Teppy!