Birthday Blahs

I think all birthdays go down hill after 21... at least that has been my experience. Actually, I did cry at 18 - maybe they all started to get worse then! Today is no exception.

I remember the days of my youth when I counted down the days until my birthday arrived... and then anxiously awaited the parties, and of course, the gifts. Now, my birthday just seems like any other day. I got up this morning and went through my typical morning ritual (which unfortunately still does not involve a workout) and left for work. I did leave work a bit early, only to come home to contractors still at my house (which is looking great!) asking questions about some details of a project. I decided that I was going to do something crazy and drag Jeff to the mall - which turned out to be a total bust. The only thing I really found was a new gadget at Williams Sonoma. Finally, Jeff and I went to dinner at a nice restaurant around 8pm. He was grumpy because he was determined that it was too late to eat. Halfway through dinner, he said he was feeling nauseous and went to sit outside. The waiter could only assume that we had gotten into a fight and he had left me sitting alone at the table. While sitting alone, I got to see another party sing happy birthday to a gal with cake and candles... how depressing for me! The waiter quickly brought me boxes and my check. I left with my boxed food to find Jeff sitting outside. After a drive home in silence... and now at 9:50pm, Jeff is in bed and I am checking email & writing this. In summary, birthdays are no longer fun.

I'm not looking forward to September 5, 2008.