Monday, July 13, 2009
July 11th was my birthday. As I get older it's almost as tho I have a visceral reaction to the 'thought' of birthdays; I get a kinda sick feeling in my stomach, my knees get weak, and my idea of a birthday is no birthday, rather stay in bed with the sheet covering my head. I suppose because I have such a low expectation (or no expectation) they always turn out okay. This year was better than okay. I played two hours of tennis with a friend, the kids made me breakfast, Jordi gave me a spa day, the girls and I went to Key Biscayne and talked and read and we went to Le Buchon du Grove for a delicious meal. I also received a plethora of birthday wishes on Facebook. That was fun! What more could a goil ask for???!!!