(Come on! Sing it with me!)
... deeper in debt!
Ahhahhaha! Ah. ha. hem. Well, it was at least mildly funny in my head when I thought of it last night.
Yesterday was my birthday. And I worked. But that's okay, because on Sunday we had a wee shindig. And it was good, and basic, and involved a creek and some wine and some little girls with chapped hineys from sliding around in the creek. It really doesn't get much better than that. Well, for me at least. I wore shorts, and thusly, saved my hiney.
And the fact that I had work to do on my actual birthday is a gift in and of itself. Can I get an amen?! Wish I had more of it. Or rather, more consistency. And better pay. And benefits. Wait, what was I saying?
Oh yes: Contentment. It's a nice birthday present. So thank you, powers that be. Power that is. What have you.
Todd celebrated my birthday by going to play poker. Since he got the girls fed, bathed, and the dishes done before he left, I was quite okay with this. It got even better when he called to say that two serious investors are looking to buy $1.5 mil in real estate over the coming months.
Being the recovering optimists we are, we both said, "Wow, that'll be nice. If it, you know, doesn't turn to crap in our hands." Track records and all.
So do me a favor and give me my gift a day late: say a little prayer that some of these opportunities that are dangling like proverbial carrots on a string actually come to something. 'Cause there's only so many days older we can afford.
