It's Official!

I got whiplash for my 40^th birthday.

Not physically, but emotionally.  I was able to sleep in a little that morning, because I had a doctor’s appointment (yay), and I wore one of my favorite dresses and some cute shoes to boost my confidence (yay).  But I forgot to grab my lipstick when I left the house (boo) and I had to skip my lunch hour because of the appointment (boo).

When I got to work, my coworkers had decorated my desk.  Well, added to my decorations, because I had put up a bunch of quotes about aging that made me laugh (“Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”  “It’s important to have a twinkle in your wrinkle.”  “We are young only once, after that we need some other excuse.”)  I had expected the black crepe paper and confetti, but the “RIP Sarah’s Youth” on the department door and on the cubicle hit me really hard for some reason.  I stomped a few of the balloons (yay for high heels), but it didn’t help as much as I had hoped.  I came uncomfortably close to crying and it took most of a cup of coffee to recover (boo).  My recently discovered half-sister sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and a small box of Godiva  chocolates, which helped the recovery efforts immensely (yay).   We were going to order lunch from my favorite Chinese restaurant, but they weren’t open for lunch that day—kind of random hours there (boo).  So we had Chik-Fil-A™ instead (yay).  My cake had a Maxine cartoon on it, but it wasn’t one that made me laugh and Maxine and her dog were not really recognizable (it wasn’t bad enough for Cake Wrecks, but it was close) (boo).  It was a tasty cake, though, and there was Breyers ice cream to go with it (yay).

I had dinner at my favorite local sushi place (yay).  But only 3 of the dozen or so people I had invited managed to show up (boo).  We had gobs of fun without ya’ll—just so you know.

The rest of the weekend was filled with similar ups and downs, but it’s wearing me out just to talk about it, so you’ll have to take my word for it.  Whew.  Happy Birthday to me—can I have that nap now?