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Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'm already feeling cranky about it. To be sure, I'm not one those women who are horrified by getting older. For one thing, I think being old beats being dead by a long shot. For another, getting older is a lot easier when everyone guesses that you are 10 to 15 years younger than you are. (Take it from me, not smoking and staying out of tanning booths has paid off in spades.)
I'm cranky because I'm supposed to be horrified. Because I'm supposed to think it's cute when someone says, "Having a 29th birthday again?" when what they really mean is "So, you've survived to the age where men divorce their wives and marry blonde 20-year-olds named Jennifer?" I mean, really.
The other thing is the social expectation that I am going to be doing "something" for my birthday. Rediculous. My birthday is dead in the center of Christmas and New Years. Even if I had the time to plan something, no one would want to come to it. They have better things to do. (Fine print: When my best friend and her husband are in town we generally do have some fun activity on my birthday. But they are on vacation time then, which gives them a lot more flexibility.) Tomorrow I am going to go to work, and when I go home I am going to do a lot of housework. If I am lucky, my friend Vicki will be available for our usual weekly hang-out-and-visit time. In other words, it is going to be a ordinary Wednesday. Except crankier.
I'm cranky because I'm supposed to be horrified. Because I'm supposed to think it's cute when someone says, "Having a 29th birthday again?" when what they really mean is "So, you've survived to the age where men divorce their wives and marry blonde 20-year-olds named Jennifer?" I mean, really.
The other thing is the social expectation that I am going to be doing "something" for my birthday. Rediculous. My birthday is dead in the center of Christmas and New Years. Even if I had the time to plan something, no one would want to come to it. They have better things to do. (Fine print: When my best friend and her husband are in town we generally do have some fun activity on my birthday. But they are on vacation time then, which gives them a lot more flexibility.) Tomorrow I am going to go to work, and when I go home I am going to do a lot of housework. If I am lucky, my friend Vicki will be available for our usual weekly hang-out-and-visit time. In other words, it is going to be a ordinary Wednesday. Except crankier.
