Good morning ... and welcome to my birthday party.
worry about dressing up: this is definitely not
a formal occasion. I'm still wearing the same cranjuice-stained T-shirt and
floppy boxer shorts I went to sleep in last night: my morning
shower is still two hours in the future. And don't
worry about bringing me gifts, either. It's
like I'm always telling the Tots -- your *presence*
is *presents* enough. (Although I AM fond of Amazon gift
certificates, fuzzy socks, silver hoop earrings and jumbo boxes of
Aplets & Cotlets.)
yourself a mug
of Peet's Holiday Blend, pull up a lumpy
pillow, and snuggle here next to me in bed for a while.
don't have to be in the office until noon today. This is a
birthday gift from JoAnne, my nice lady boss: she and I were chatting
the other day, about how I planned to celebrate my birthday, and I told
her that the very best 'present' she could give me would be an
extra couple hours of sleep today. (Lately, the
dragging-it-out-of-bed-at-5:30-a.m. routine has reallybeen wearing
me down, especially now
that Hot Flash Season has begun in earnest.) She seemed to
think that was a fine idea. "Take your time," she said. "The
collapse in your absence." So
now we've got an extra couple of hours this morning to
luxuriate in bed ... to putter
around the Internet on the laptop ... to drink
coffee and eat English muffins spread with apple
butter and download birthday songs
off Napster ... to enjoy my
birthday morning in rumpled, sweaty, unhurried
already heard from two out of three Tots this morning: a
collect-message call from Kacie, half an hour
ago, followed by a video-taped e-message from
Kyle. ("Hope you have a great day,"
he says solemnly into the camera ... an old
party hat perched on his head. "And I hope that
nobody does anything to mess it up .") Next to the bed is a huge pile of unopened birthday gifts from
Jaymi. Her package arrived via UPS, two days ago,
but I'm waiting until tonight to open
everything. There is also a present from my best online pal
and artistic peer, EdmundKaz,
which I'll open at the same time I open Jaymi's presents. And
rumor has it that my darling husband went last-minute birthday shopping
after work yesterday, so he may be *surprising* me with a little
something tonight, over plates of Pad
Thai and Imperial Rolls at my favorite neighborhood
Thai restaurant. We'll see what happens.
the meantime, let's just sit here in bed and enjoy an extra hour of
unmitigated birthday blobbery together ... shall we?
won't even make you play 'Pin The Tail on the Donkey.'
to throw a rock?