Rolling with the Punches
To be honest, my morning yesterday did not start off so well. There were two early morning calls by the parents. One at 5:40 AM, the next one at 6:40 AM. The first from my step mother telling me that I should have a kid by now.
“Can’t we wait until Dad at least meets & *then* gets to hate my guy?”
“You how old now? 29? Old lady.”
“Thanks.”
“Happy birthday, I love you!”
Then the call from my Dad.
“Happy Birthday. I’m going to die soon.”
“Stop that, Dad. Mom said that for 12 years before she finally died from cancer.”
“I know.”
“There’s not even anything wrong with you.”
“But I’m old.”
“Aigoo. Just let me go back to sleep for a bit.”
And then I got rear-ended on the way into work. Ewww. Seeing a chiropractor for a consultation later today. I’m glad I own a saturn. Other than a paint scrape it looks like the tupperware car has minimal damage.
The day got better, I promise. And as far as birthdays go, was a bang. Last minute plans to eat massive quantities of food at Bucca di Beppo and consume chianti chianti and more chianti are not a bad way to end a day, or start a new year. I am grateful for my very very good friends. You rock.
So I guess if I had to predict what this next year’s going to look like, I’d say…unpredictable. I’ll just have to learn to roll with it.
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