Monday, April 30, 2007


It's my birthday. Yeah, yeah, thanks. Truth be told, I would have been happy with a Margarita, an extra generous slice of mint chocolate chip ice cream cake and a nap, but I'll take the luxury hotel in Naples for a long weekend, too. And maybe I'll be able to fit into the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weenie red polka dot bikini that Matty got me for my birthday. It's like a size .5, and he thought I could actually fit it over one thigh. He also thinks I'm 26 today. I love that kid.

I'm moving a little slowly this morning. We had the big Matty birthday bash on Saturday complete with large inflatable jumping/slide apparatus. Buoyed by my first beer(s) in 11 months, I thought I'd slide down at the apres-party where there were no witnesses. Don't ask me why I thought this was okay. I can't submerge under water for 6 weeks because of this huge incision that they glued, but since they didn't expressly warn against inflatable fun, I thought I'd be cool. Not so. I'm burning. Ouch.

With age does not come wisdom, apparently.


I'm celebrating today with laundry, (it's still Monday you know) lunch with a friend, and Jessie sleeping through the night which may have been the biggest treat ever. And just to be corny and nostalgic, today is one of the prettiest spring mornings I've ever awoken to. I walked outside and was hit by the sweet smell of jasmine that's in bloom right now. It was almost as if someone was sending me special wishes from beyond. I love spring.


Jodi said...

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear diva
Happy Birthday to you.

Remember we are like wine, we get better with age.

Tracey said...

Thanks! I'll drink to that!
(or pretty much anything.)

Karen said...

Happy Birthday Tracey - from one "30-something" to another! (I can't say that too much longer!)