So, I am going to be 55 on Monday, in two days. We are celebrating this weekend, because I have a pretty brutal work week coming up and won't have the time for birthdaying.
I am wearing my tiara! Black (plastic, but who cares) with lots and lots of sparkly bling.
True Love stayed overnight last night, and of course we celebrated in, well, rather our own fashion, and then this morning with a pot of steaming coffee-- "Foo" (International Delight Hazelnut, BLECHBLECHBLECH) for him and heavy cream for me. I made him breakfast, as I am dieting, and yes, I will be dieting through my birthday, but it's worth it because I won't be dieting over Thanksgiving, and I am having drooly dreams of turkey. Porn dreams of turkey. With the crispy skin and the buttery, oily goodness only an all-day roasted turkey can bring. Mmm....turkey. Butter. Green beans. NOT casserole. Just fresh sauteed green beans with lots of butter. Oh, and butter!
My birthday is November 17th, always about a week before Thanksgiving. I always hated when it was, when I was a child, because November tends to be so drear, but after living in Syracuse, NY, for 10 years, I got used to "bad" weather and it is my favorite now.
I love my birthday.
And, it kicks off the Winter holiday season.
Birthday, Thanksgiving, St. Lucia's Day, my mom's birthday, True Love's birthday, Yule, Christmas, and tucked away in all of that are other ones, like Boxing Day, Hogmanay, New Year's, Valentine's Day, my son's birthday, Frau Holle, and more.
LOVE the Winter. Love. It.
Crock pots and sweaters and mittens, oh my!
It's hibernating time!
I am so ready. Are you? What are your plans?