Yep. Happy 40th birthday to me. Just got home from dinner and I’ve had 3 glasses of wine, so possibly I should not be posting, but here I am.
Dinner plans with friends, at favorite restaurant. How is it that I can have a closet full of clothes, but when I’m trying to get ready to go out somewhere I hate everything?
After much digging and scrambling, picked out an outfit. Checked things out in full length bedroom mirror. Everything ok. Went to bathroom to put on makeup and wanted to change. Back to bedroom. Not perfect, but still think it’s ok. Back to bathroom. Nope. Don’t like it. I decide it’s too dark. It’s spring. It’s my birthday. I want something more colorful.
Back to bedroom. More digging through closet. Change. Want different shoes now. Can’t find the ones I want. Husband decides it’s time to leave (10 minutes earlier than we really need to). Give up on shoes.
Get to restaurant and am greeted by friends. And balloons. They are a good group, my friends.
I had Thai food.
And cake.
And - did I mention – three glasses of wine.
Welcome t0 2010. It’s my 40th year. So far, so good.
