Birthday

I had a birthday last week. Not a milestone one or anything, just another step towards wrinkles, menopause, Talbot's, and death. Is it me, or do you think that birthdays are overrated? Every year, I think it's going to be really fun, that my family and friends are going to actually plan ahead and do something really great. Every year I get "So, what do you want for your birthday?" and "Where should we go to eat?" Just once, I'd like someone to grab the initiative and take me somewhere.

I'm sounding ungrateful. I'm not; believe me. I'm very fortunate and blessed to have people around me that care enough to celebrate with me. I guess I'm just asking the impossible. Again. For the billionth time.

Plus, in the mirror this morning, there was horror: I could see a few tiny laugh lines crackling their way away from my eyes. So you can check wrinkles off the list. Dammit.