Just so you know, I’ll be happy with whatever present you come up with on your own
I’m actually a little concerned about myself. I’m exhibiting behavior that is wholly unlike me and, honestly, I don’t know what to think of it.
You may recall that from years past, that my birthday is approaching. This Sunday is the day. Usually by this time I’ve informed you all of a PO Box you can send gifts to, where the party will be, what my expectations are for the celebration.
Oddly, not this year. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I was all caught up in going to the RWA convention and just before that I was in Albuquerque and just before that San Diego. It’s been a whirlwind of travel and I think the date just sort of snuck up on me.
My Mom is concerned. My Honey must have asked me five hundred times what I want for my birthday and I still don’t really know. I can’t decide what I want for my birthday dinner. I don’t know what restaurant I want to go to for my lunch, or even if there’ll be the traditional birthday lunch, since Kelli started her new job.
For the love of all that’s holy, I couldn’t even decide what kind of cake I wanted. I told my mom to pick. That’s actually quite alarming.
Ava thinks I’m handing myself with a new-found maturity. That sounds like crap to me.