i’m singing my song
“happy birthday to me/
i am not 43”
yes, i’m 42 now. and drunk, apparently. Hockey God took me and the kids to the beach. Total surprise. Wouldn’t tell me if we were even leaving for the weekend, much less where we were going. We went to the same hotel where he took me the first time we went away to the beach. I was 32 then. it was romantic and gorgeous and the weather was PERFECT and they built a huge sand castle that we decorated with crab shells, seashells, seaweed, rocks and driftwood. We watched “Grease” on cable TV cuz HG had never seen it. What? Funny, huh? For a ’70s kid.
Bonus: traffic wasn’t too bad on the way home. He bought me a huge cake and sneaked it with us. the kids were angels. Mostly. We went to the Blue Heron Cheese Factory for wine tasting on the way home, and the Tillamook Cheese Factory. it was crazy and fun.
we’re listening to “Bemba Colora,” Celia Cruz & Friends, out in the yard. Cuz the little robins flew and we can now use the speakers right by their former nesting grounds. i love those birdies but am thrilled to have the deck and yard back.
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Happy Birthday!
June 27th, 2006 | #
Happy belated 39+ :) (That’s where I am and where I’m staying, myself.) Glad you had a good time.
June 28th, 2006 | #
I looked over here on your blog because you commented on mine. Lo and behold, what do I discover? You are to the day 20 years older than me! Yup, we share a birthday. So congrats, birthday buddy.
July 5th, 2006 | #
Ha! Happy Birthday to you, too.
July 5th, 2006 | #