Ready, Set, Blow!

Three hours to go in my birthday and I’m crouching warily, awaiting the usual karma collapse.

The terror, of course, is that I’m typing too soon. So far I’ve collected a glass of sparkling wine, several cards, a handful of Facebook hellos, and a serenade from my godchild (his version of “Happy Birthday” ended one line too early, but his pitch was smack-on, which is more than I can say for many and many people currently making a living from such a thing.)

I do not understand why Christ, with all of eternity at His disposal, decided to join human history as a Capricorn. I mean, at least He made off with some swag, but the Magi totally did the birthday-Christmas present combo, and I wouldn’t have been too thrilled if I were Him, gold or no.

Part of the frustration is that Capricorn weather greatly reduces celebration options. Josh The Pilot and Jeremiah The Brother-In-Law mark their birthday in June. You know what we did? We cashed in time share presentation tickets for a trip to Busch Gardens. You know what I did today? Loaded the dishwasher and taught my night class.

This afternoon I was carded (POINTS ON!) but the waitress, upon glancing at the date of birth, failed to wish me many happy returns (POINTS OFF.) But since in recent years I’ve also garnered a speeding ticket, various viruses, and a boyfriend dumpation, I’ll take it.

I’ll also take this,this or this, but Friendboy Andy, who perhaps knows that I call my mother every year on January 15 to say “Thank you for pushing!”, prefers this:

the students sang too, but totally didn’t know what to say after the “dear” part, and it was awesome at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

tip the bartender

Birthday Karma UPDATE: Past midnight and all’s well, with nothing more than a higher than usual incidence of hitting red lights to show for it. Taking this, too, and running.