I thought about not posting today. I don’t generally like to tempt fate by acknowledging my birthday, which has, in the past decade, been home to mayhem, misunderstanding, and woe.
From my 21st birthday (was that really SEVEN YEARS AGO?) where all my 21+ friends were home for Thanksgiving already and my favourite pub refused to let minors in that one night (it’d never been a problem before) to the year my mum’s baby-cat voice made me think my favourite kitteh had died (Chicky and Kiki sound remarkably alike) to last year when I had to close the restaurant with a 102 degree fever.
Spouse always does his best to make it a good day. In spite of his efforts, the approach of 18 November has made me increasingly reclusive. So today I am going to venture out to a movie and then return home. I hope to return home to cake. I opted not to work today, and my plans include catching up on my word count and starting a full Vampire Diaries rewatch.
Last night I even tried to have a drink, but the one I wanted was out. Sooo I came home, drinkless. (This is an example of a typical Emmie thing to happen on a birthday. “Oh, what do you want for your birthday?” “Ooh! This!” “Nope, you can’t have that.”)
That said, I’m open to suggestions. What (safe, unlikely-to-backfire) ideas do you have for me? I know this blog just shows that I am pretty much a pathetic hermit who isn’t half as cool as her characters (they are all in my head, facepalming right about now) — but you might be too after a decade of funny funny life shenanigans.
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