(And just as a note of reference, you have to say it like that when you read it: Meeeeeeee! Really draw it out, because hello, my birthday here!)
I know that now that I'm the ripe old age of 29, I'm supposed to be all freaked out and dreading the whole getting-older-birthday thing, but you know what? I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I was totally prepared to wake up and be all wrinkly and arthritic and have overwhelming desires to talk to strangers about my various medical conditions, but it just didn't happen. Instead, I woke up all excited because it's my birthday! And even at 29, birthdays are still fun. (And why shouldn't they be? Everyone knows that you aren't officially old until 30, so I figure I have another year to blow it out before tottering off to the old folks home).
But back to my cupcakes.
As soon as I woke up, I was like, "Dude! It's just not a birthday without cupcakes!" So I scampered down to the local Food City and grabbed a box of my all-time favorite cake mix. (For you inquiring minds out there, that happens to be Pillsbury Funfetti cake with matching Funfetti icing). Love it! Love it! Luvvvvvv it! Now, for some bizarre unexplainable reason, no one else I know ever does the Funfetti for their birthday, so if I want it, that usually means I have to make it myself.
And of course today was no exception.
But before you get all sad because I'm here all alone, eating birthday cupcakes that I made for myself, just think for a minute about who got to lick the bowl all by herself? And the mixer beaters. And do "quality control taste tests" on all the cupcakes that looked like they didn't quite pass muster? Exactly.
Now, all of you long time readers also know that I happen to share my fabulous birthday day with Tony, so technically he's 29 today too. (A fact that I woke him up to share at exactly 12:01 this morning. His response was, "mrffh mrff", which I'm interpreting as, "And a wonderful Happy Birthday to you also, love of my life! Rest assured that in my eyes, your youth and beauty will never fade, even as we share dozens more of these birthdays together"...at least, that's what I'm assuming he said. It was hard to tell with his face smashed into his pillow).
And so here we are. 29 rotations around the sun and still kicking. Not exactly where I thought I'd be right now, granted, but not so bad all in all. I have a nice home and a loving family and my health. I have friends and interests and sunny days begging to be enjoyed. I have safety and freedom and the best husband in the whole world.
And I have 18 Funfetti cupcakes, all lined up and ready to be eaten. You can't get much better than that.