I'm all old and stuff. Which isn't so terrible, really. My eldest brother and a sister-in-law never got to be three dozen years old. I do. So I should definitely not complain. This is time that should be treasured. Still...I've been very gentle with myself this week just in case there's a crazy old person looking to hop out at some minor provocation or another.
Last year, I gave myself a nine-days late gift in quitting smoking. First anniversary of non-smokingness tomorrow. This year, I have been considering my gift options. I've not been having much luck in the big gift department. It's kind of tough to follow up on breaking an 18 year addiction. But I have been having a lot of luck with little gifts.
The rules for my birthday gift to myself are simple:
- It can't cost me anything
- It can't cause guilt pangs
- It should, ideally, be both reasonably legal and moral
Luckily, Washington DC and its environs are almost ground zero for fun, free stuff to do. I have been having major fun this past week. ( I've also been going to a Big, Important meeting a day, so now my brain is all boiled from the pendulum swing between the mind-numbing tedium of meetings and "Hey! Cool arcane talk on geek stuff right near my house!")
Plus, the local grocery store had a special on in which it delivered groceries for free. Wooo! All the stuff I want from the grocery store, no schlepping!
Anybody in the area want to pop by and dust my house?
4 comments:
Congrats on nearly a year!! And happy birthday!
(I have no ideas, alas. Sorry. Maybe a really good walk? Museum visit?)
Many happy returns! And congratulations on your 1-year anniversary. That's wonderful!
On my birthday (also in January), I called in sick and watched my A&E Pride and Prejudice DVDs. Pajamas, pancakes, and Colin Firth. That's a happy birthday.
Many congrats on your tobacco-free year!
Thanks, guys. Autumn, I am so totally with you on Colin Firth. I think he may be the thinking woman's Brad Pitt. In fact, my peers and I scandalized our elderly and rather conservative professor once by leading a Jane Austen conversation into a Colin Firth-based conversation in his presence. He had never heard us being quite so openly non-ladylike before.
Of course, the following week, we shouted "hear, hear" when he tried to scandalize us with a Marlowe quote about tobacco and boys, and he couldn't look at us for weeks.
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