Birthdays make for good days to reminisce. Remember yesterday, the dinner party? That was fun. We laughed so much about silly nonsense. Those are the best kinda friends to keep in your life.
That cake was so tiny but you did well finishing it off today. I knew you could and would.
And Self, it was a nice idea to take you, Self, to Sacramento for a day of fun and pampering. But Self, please remember next year that Sacramento has things like intersecting and merging freeways that weave into and out of each other seemingly on a whim; and four-lane traffic and signs that lead you only to either Reno or San Francisco, and while either would make a nice getaway spot, that would require more time; and when you've past the Downtown exit for the twelfth time; and when you tell you, Self, "Don't get frustrated, Self. It's your birthday, Self" while some f*r who you flip off -- I can't believe you did that, Self, and on your birthday too! -- doesn't let you merge into the exit lane that it took you 35 minutes to find, and stuff like that, please remember that perhaps it's best to make alternative plans.
But the facial, plus hand and foot massage, were very nice. Don't be too frustrated, Self, that said treatment was delivered by a petite, docile Betty, versus a burly bronze manly Sven. You might have had a harder time hearing, "Robyn, it's over" from Sven.
Regardless, it was a Happy Birthday, Self. Go 49ers!
Dear Everyone Else,
Happy new week!
I'm Chair again this year of Chico's Out of the Darkness for suicide prevention. For my birthday, I'm asking for $1 from everyone I know towards the cause. (More than that won't be refused.) If you're interested, my story and the link are here. Thank you.
Be well, and I'd offer you some cake if I had any left to offer.