1978. Mary VanGordan and I closed our eyes and asked the Ouiji Board questions. "How old will I be when I die?" 4-2, wrote Mary's sister as the glass whisked around the board.
1986. On my nineteenth birthday, my dad sent a card with a pin inside that said, "Life begins at 40." Not much time I quickly realized, after doing the math.
The years I spent, with no retirement plan or financial consequences, officially passed yesterday. I can now call out the Ouiji board for being a dirty rotten liar and let the living begin.
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Voicemail from my sister: "Happy birthday, flashdance sisterpants! I hope you're not working. I hope you're drunk, in a gutter somewhere, on your birthday. You don't want to talk, I understand. If you want to talk, call me back. If you're in a gutter, sleep tight. I love you. Goodbye."
9 comments:
Birthday felicitations and salutations. Birthdays are always a fine time for cupcakes and tequila.
Happy birthday! I recommend some of those sparkly shoes--but in actual foot-size. You're still young enough to wear them. Might be a good thing that you're not celebrating with your wild sister--she's funny!
Happy Birthday!
damn! i missed it again! sure hope it was everything your sis wished for ya.
You are already 43 + 2 and still going. The end is not in sight.
TQ: or, more accurately, 45 - 2! i'm not sure I'm ready for the round up to 50 game yet...
Thanks for all the great wishes and tequila dreams...
How did you get the good sister? Mine, while assuming that I am in a ditch or worse, would NOT congratulate me on it, let alone egg me on. And WERE you drunk and in a ditch? Your reticence on this point speaks volumes...
Happy Belated Birthday! What the hell do those stupid spirits know anyway? At the time, Mary's sister probably thought 42 was old and decrepit.
Hey, how do I get a link to ShagMan's blog? BIG HUGS, Steph
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