He sent them a day early, so they'd be a real surprise. I love that man.
Wishes have been coming in -- on FetLife, via email and even on good old vanilla Facebook. No spankings yet, and none planned for tomorrow, but in my usual fashion, I'm going to milk this birthday for at least a week. You know, if I must have these freaking age-markers, I'm going to enjoy them, dammit. So we'll see what the coming days may bring.
My dear friend Dave Wolfe, talented creator of WolfieToons, has had a tradition for several years in which he draws an original birthday cartoon for me. This year, he is swamped with work and didn't get a chance, but he made sure to send me something cute nonetheless:
(I'm a huge Marxophile, in case you guys didn't know!) Thanks, Dave!
And just so you can see his wonderful work, here's my birthday toon from last year:
It's now 1:00 a.m. and I should be tired, but I'm too wound up. How dumb is that -- what am I, five? Am I getting a pony? Tomorrow is Wednesday. Period. It's the middle of the week. I'm going to the gym. But I can't help it... there's that goofy leftover giddiness from long ago, when birthdays were as exciting as any holiday, with the promise of treats and surprises. Cake calories didn't count. I couldn't wait for the mail to come, because mixed in with all the boring grownup stuff (read: bills), there were cards for me. My birthday was my day. Sure, a bazillion other people claimed the same date, but it didn't matter -- I didn't know them. For that one date on the calendar... I was special. The rest of the year I felt invisible, but September 22 was mine.
For all those who make me feel special every day... thank you. :-) For now, I'm going to make popcorn, eat peanut-butter Oreos and watch Dark Shadows until I get sleepy. Yes, at this hour. I get to -- it's my birthday!
