Friday, July 16, 2010

prime gratefuls

I had a birthday. I went out to eat two times. The three people I love the most made it extra special. It is a milestone year - it ends with a five. The month and day are seven and thirteen.

I cannot work in an eleven. I don't care. Much.

This is the prime of my life.


--Shortly after I wrote this I remembered an eleven. We moved here eleven years ago that week. Why I feel the need to update this to include the eleven is beyond me...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

sleight of hand

In a particularly cruel sleight of hand, Middle Age has replaced my hourglass figure with that of the Michelin Man.

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