Sunday was my birthday. Anybody who’s known me for very long knows that I am hugely superstitious about my birthday. I’ve had a number of really horrid birthdays, so my emphasis is always on being mellow; I never even take the day off of work, if it’s a weekday.
This birthday went very nicely. Good weather; breakfast at the kick-ass hole-in-the-wall downtown; damn good mocha; a quick ride around the lake. Lazing around in the afternoon, a bit of yardwork (pulling out sunflowers, mostly), dinner at the Mexican place in Lacey, a spot of shopping (with coupons, my birthday dessert cost 87 cents!), cake, and video games.
I always make my own cake; not because C (or whoever) won’t or doesn’t want to, but because I like baking a cake. This year it was a chocolate cake from the recipe on the back of the cocoa box. Or rather, half a cake, since we certainly don’t need a whole one.
I bought two video games, one with “classic” games, the other a “fighty” game. That’s the only kind I really like on the Playstation…and one of the classic games is a sidescrolling fighting/adventure game, that we could play vs. the computer. A lovely way to end the day, really.
And now I’m 32, and reasonably happy about it. 🙂