Yesterday, I turned 39. And like the good 39-year-old I am, I spent the entire day at home in yoga pants and drinking coffee and cocktails (only because I had no wine in the house to complete the stereotype). I also spent the entire day listening to this song, courtesy of a friend from high school (thanks, Carolyn!) who posted it on my Facebook page:
It was sweet of my first fandom to serenade me. Hello there, fellas. Happy birthday to me indeed.
When I sang it, though, it kept morphing into New Edition’s cover of Earth Angel.
My Facebook flist is fantastic. I spent a lot of time basking in their overwhelming well-wishing. If you had told me twenty years ago that I would ever get this excited over something on a computer screen, I would not have believed you. It made my day.
Then I had to go buy a pear tart. HAD to.
The picture is fuzzy because my hand was shaking with excitement (or perhaps an even higher dose of caffeine than usual).
I did some editing. I edited a chapter of Fishbowl. Then I got stuck on a phrase and had to put it aside. This gave me time to map out my chapters in the order I want them to appear in the finished manuscript. So that’s what I did. One thing led to another.
AND NOW I HAVE THE WHOLE BOOK OUTLINED.
I know how it ends. And more importantly, I know how I’m getting there.
If you are not jumping up and down right now in celebration of me, you clearly didn’t read it right. Go back. Read it again. I’ll wait.
Do you feel it? Do you get my ecstasy?
(If you don’t, you should totally lie to me and just nod.)
Last night, I hung out at Tammy and Matt’s. We had pizza (goat cheese pesto pizza from TJ’s – FAVORITE) and soda and made super-rich brownies:
“We should add chocolate chips to it.”
“And some rum.”
I like the way my sister thinks.
Then we watched Saving Mr. Banks. Such a good movie. See it if you haven’t. It’s already available on Amazon Prime.
This morning, I returned to work, and Jillian made this sign to prolong the merriment.
This birthday was exactly what I wanted.