August 6, 2010

• 32

  You know what, 32 does feel different than 31 or 30. It may be partly because I just like the number itself better (yes, I have preferences for certain numbers), but I also think I just have more of my ducks in a row this year than I did in any of the last few years. I hope it’s more due to the latter, since the next number I really like isn’t coming up until 36.

  I thought about taking yesterday off, but it seems silly to waste a vacation day just to spend a random weekday birthday sitting alone at home. Plus, work has been really busy lately, and I’m taking a three-day weekend this week, so I couldn’t take a day off and still keep my head above water. Despite the fact that I came in and worked a lot, it was still a good birthday. I received no fewer than 66 cards, emails, texts, chats, wall posts, and Facebook messages from all over the place. My mom sent me flowers at my office. I had a meeting that turned out to be surprise cupcakes. 

  I admit that despite all of these great things, which made most of the day great, I still ended up getting home a little bit grumpy, because some of my work had flared up just as I thought I had gotten it under control, and then Superman gave me a card that he had made, with a hilarious poem he had made up, and hotel reservations and plane tickets for a week of diving in Hawaii next month. Grumpiness forgotten, and I’m completely impressed that he not only planned the whole trip (and even cleared the time off with my manager), but also managed to do so behind my back. 

  I’m picking Kanga and Roo up from the airport tomorrow, and we’ll hang out for a long weekend, catch up, eat some good food, go wine tasting. I’m also kind of excited that for the first time, I have a guest room with an actual bed in it (not just a living room with a sofa bed or a second bedroom with an air mattress) — they will be our inaugural guests.

  • 7:36 pm
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