Happy Birthday to Me.

Did you all hear the primal scream at 5:00 PM MST? That was when it happened. I turned 40. Apparently, I did not turn into a pile of ash, nor did a plague of locusts descend on the Southwestern Desert. I know, no one is more surprised than me. My Honey and the rug rats did very well, birthday wise. I was fed lobster and chocolate chip ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins. My kids gave me a very cute dress. It was a very good day. The best thing of all was a KINDLE!!!! My Honey got me a Kindle! I don’t know how he guessed that I wanted one. Perhaps it was when I forwarded him a link to the site, or when I made him sit on the couch and watch the promotional video about it, or when I said, “whatever else you bought, take it back and get a Kindle.” I think I cinched the deal with the PowerPoint presentation.

Anyway, I didn’t get any writing done because I was busy playing with it. I was a stalwart fan of books – I still am. For years I talked a monumental pile of smack about the inherent evil of electronic books. I couldn’t imagine a time when I would ever give up the simple pleasure of turning pages, holding a book in my hand, the musty, comforting smell. Not all books are available on the Kindle, but the ones that are cost much less than a traditional book. It holds zillions of books and it weighs practically nothing. I’m totally in love. With the Kindle and My Honey. Thank you, baby.