Today is my birthday. Let me try that again. Today is my birthday!
Instead of going out for lunch with friends, instead of drinking Bacardi like it’s my birthday (as I’m still on the wagon), I’ll be hanging at the homie. There are some worker dudes tackling the hole in the wall that is fireplace face. (Yippee!) And while I’m not the most distrustful gal around, I’m also not the trustful-est, either. So I’m at the house, keeping an eye on things and trying to learn a wee bit about what these guys are doing. I’m also tackling other projects while fireplace face gets a much-deserved and overdue lift. The old gal has surely seen better days. I can relate. I can also relate to just how stunning she’s going to be once she’s been cleaned up and tweaked. A little tweaking is good for the soul. (Notice I didn’t say a little twerking is good for the soul, because that just freaks me out, y’all.)
Anyhoo, I’m hoping Mister remembers to bring me a birthday doughnut since I won’t be going out to get it myself. I’m fairly sure he will. About 37 or so texts and emails ought to be enough to remind him.
Otherwise, I’m pretty content. My health is improving (more on that later this week), the new pad is getting some attention and it’s full-on Spring. It will feel like full-on Summer in a couple of days, but I can bitch and moan about that then. For today is a good day for a good day. And it’s my birthday! So much promise…