Happy Birthday to Me. Yee, haaw.

Yesterday was my birthday. I am now twenty-eight years old. Remember the funk I spoke of? Well, it didn't hit me as hard as it has in the past, but it was still there. I don't like birthdays. They're a sure sign of getting older, and having accomplished nothing. Pathetic. This is my last birthday, too. I'm not having any more. I'm stopping at 28. I'd stop at 29, but that's kind of cliche. I mean, I have a great aunt who's in her eighties (probably) who still claims to be 29. Honestly, nobody really knows how old she is. Heaven knows, no matter how old I get, I'll probably have people keeping track with an abacus. Pitiful.

Would you like to know what I did on my birthday? Well, I went to my school to help someone get registered for classes. It was late registration day, and it was as crowded as a Krispy Kreme next door to Weight Watchers. The lines were vicious. First there was the line at the records office. Then there was the line at the cashier's office. Then I had to buy books for a couple of my classes. Last semester, the line at the bookstore was really short after registration. Yesterday, however, it was a nightmare. We were in that line for about an hour, and in the store for about 5 minutes. For two classes, I spent over $216. Contributions are accepted. Hee, hee. My Spanish class had three required books and four optional ones. I decided to buy the dictionary (one of the optional books) and leave the rest until after the first class meeting. That way I can ask my instructor if I need them. If not, forget it, Charlie. Money is tight as it is. So anyhoo, after all that standing in line (about three hours worth, total) I was in moderate to extreme pain. My back was protesting like a spoiled four-year-old who didn't get his way. So I came home, watched some TV, and lay down, and eventually went to sleep for a couple of hours. I got up later, ate some dinner, and stayed in question mark form, muttering about incredibly average Vernon Parsons. (If that makes no sense, watch some MASH from 1977.) Yup. This was my birthday. Oh, I did get a couple of cards. One was from my young adults' group at church about God weaving our dreams into us, and one about my being old as the hills. This one came from someone who shall remain nameless who is exactly THREE WEEKS YOUNGER THAN I! What's the deal with that? I am not old! I just feel that way.

Well, at least the animals love me. Beagley had a bath and was none too pleased about it. At least he's a bit less, well, fragrant now. I don't know how he does it. Get so stinky, I mean. It must be a gift. He didn't like me for a while after that, but he'll live. I figured I should go ahead and do it while it was warm, and not put it off. A good thing, too, since it has cooled down a bit. According to Weatherbug, it's only 56 degrees today. Brrrrr. Muahahahahahaha! That's for all you fine folks where it's really cold. Petunia is still home. She's wanted lots of love since she got back, except from Coffee. In fact, she was just this second growling at him because he sniffed a little too close. She's so silly.

OK, I'm through with my self-indulgent prattle for the day. That is, unless something interesting happens that I think the world desperately needs to know. Have a great one, everybody!!!