So here we are. Age 40. Today’s the day.
My older sister called and asked the required question, “Feel any different?” I had to say no. Today is, so far at least, just like any other day. Get up, get three little bodies dressed, make lunches. Sort, wash, and fold six loads of laundry (laundry day waits for nothing). Do some dishes, make soup for dinner, take Little Miss Sunshine to the library.
So I’m not feeling very reflective at the moment. I feel as though I should say something of lasting importance as I stand at the top of the mountain, preparing to roll down the other side, but yeah. Because it’s there, that’s why.
Lest you feel all sorry for me on my everyday-birthday, let me remind you that this the Month Of Turning 40, and I’ve already been through multiple celebrations, with more to come. Tomorrow I’ll be at World Trivia Night with Julie, Allison, and Mary Lynn (squee!!), along with commonly mentioned Turtlehead peeps LuckySevens and MyFriendJen, and it’s going to ROCK. If you’ll be there too, come and say hi to us and get some candy – we are table 304.
I also had a big birthday party of my very own last Saturday. After hemming and hawing for ages, I committed to the Pie Party.
Oh yes, THERE WAS PIE.
I made six pies for the party: Lemon Puff, Molasses Lemon, Apple, Peach, Chocolate Mocha, and Maids of Honour, which are little jam and cake filled tarts.
I was going to Twitter through the pie making process but I was too angry. If I had had a chance to get to the computer, I’m sure I would have written something like this: “Number of pies so far: 3; Number of times I have said Fuck: 1354.”
And so on, with escalating numbers the whole way. It wasn’t pretty. The kids had a PD day on Friday so they were there the whole time. I figure after that they’re probably ready to see a Bruce Willis movie. The language will actually be tamer.
Anyway! The party was awesome, many people brought pie so we had a total of 10 pies, and that was goooooood. I intended to take a thousand pictures of the party, but I was too busy talking to people. It’s so weird when you’re at a party and you know absolutely everyone. Every time I turned around, there was someone else fabulous to talk to! It was SUCH a good time.
You’ll just have to be content with these few pics I snapped of the pies themselves before the party started.
I sent as much pie home with the guests as I could in these take-out boxes I got at the Bulk Barn, but Sir Monkeypants and I still had the equivalent of more than two pies left over. The next morning I could not even LOOK at food, let alone pie. I thought I was cured of the pie thing forever, but by Tuesday I did manage to choke down one piece.
Right back in the saddle, that’s how we do it around here. Bring on 41!