Today I rode home from work slowly. I took turns I don't normally take and I stopped at all the lights.
I didn't want to go home.
I watched my feet turn circles on the pedals. I looked at clouds in the sky and I saw this funny sign for a yard sale. I'm not sure what the sheep has to do with selling used junk on your lawn, but it made me laugh anyway.
I needed the laugh.
You see, I knew that at my house a celebration dinner was being prepared and people would be arriving. It is my birthday. The only thing I hate more than it being my birthday... is celebrating that it's my birthday.
Things just never go right on my birthday.
This morning, for instance, I got a flat tire on the way to work. It's the first one I've had in almost a year. Why today?
I don't like getting older and, normally I do a pretty good job of fighting off the years... I excersise, eat well and keep a very kid-like attitude but the last few weeks have been tough. Hell, the last few years have been tough! and its starting to catch up with me. I just feel OLD today and it's bumming me out.
Anyway, the party went OK. Although the dinner I was really looking forward to didn't turn out quite right. But, I sort of knew it wouldn't...
