I would just throw in the towel and live out my days in a mumu and curlers, but there's this
|but she's YOUNGER than me! 8 months younger.|
Oh, and this
|She's older than me. Sigh. Hi Jane, you gorgeous hunka burnin love!|
Oh well. I'm happy, healthy, wealthy and wise.
I am at least half of those things.
My birthday, though! My birthday was a lalapalooza of fun. A birthdaypalooza, if you will.
On the big day propah, I opted for a family dinner and was very noncommital about where that dinner would take place. I thought maybe Indian since no one ever wants to eat Indian with me and on this day they'd be my prisoners. Then I thought maybe Mexican, because yum. Bill kept asking and asking me and I kept not answering, driving him to the brink of madness which made no sense at all until the moment when a couple of these lovelies stormed in and said:
|"You're under birthday arrest, grab your purse!"|
Desiree always remembers the fit I threw about celebrating on my actual birthday a few years ago, and knows that I really do appreciate the acknowledgement of the propah day.
That wasn't the end of it, though. One of those selfsame lovelies gifted me with a ticket to Lauryn Hill the very next night!
|She looks and acts weird, but she brought the house down, and the peeps? magnifique.|
The weekend finally came, and we kicked it off with just one more gathering. Just a quiet, cozy evening with friends.
|friends in wigs are the best friends of all|
It was a good birthday. Took almost the whole weekend to recover.
Er, at least until Sunday brunch
I've got good people. I like you people. Happy Birthday to YOU, people.