Birthday

It's my birthday and I haven't had time to write in blogs for weeks. Today I'm doing whatever I want. I got a birthday card that said; "I'm glad you were born." Now that's a sentiment.

I've been taken out to dinner so many times this week that I don't think I'm going to be able to make my way through all the doggie bags I've been eating for breakfast. Even the idea of chocolate cake is starting to become a little boring. That's when you know I've celebrated too much. But a girl only turns 47 once in her lifetime…

I'm going to buy myself an electric can opener and a bathroom scale. I need the can opener for arthritis and I wore my old bathroom scale out! Go figure. I'm going to make some jewelry too, and paint origami lotus flowers with glow-in-the-dark paint—it seemed like a good idea last night around 2 am. Hee, hee!

I wonder if I should buy myself a TV again. The last time I did I wanted a nice digital lcd. So I saved up all my funny money and went off to buy one. Brought home a good deal. It was perfect. I liked the look, the picture was amazing, it was the right size for the room, I even liked the remote. I didn't actually make popcorn, but that would have completed the atmosphere. I looked at it for hours and I couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. Now Bruce Sprinsteen could have said that better than I just did, but long story short—I returned it. It was a little awkward returning it when they asked for the reason. I'm finding that if there's a show I want to watch I can get it on my computer. I guess I'm just used to books on tape.