35...

does not feel like the new 25.

Happy Birthday to me.

Normally, birthdays roll off my back like nobody's business. Except this one is kicking me in the butt. I'm not taking it well. My best friend called me today and asked how it feels to be 35. We do this every year because she's 6 months younger than me and I always give her the scoop on the new age. I told her that 35 sucks. She said that she had never heard me bitch about my age and did not want to hear about how much 35 sucks, as then she would have to worry about it for an additional 6 months. heh

Case in point:

1. Serious, serious freak out on Friday. I held it together all day at work, even though I was convinced that the strange abdominal pain that I've had on and off for three weeks is my spleen now getting ready to explode. I avoided Boo's calls because I knew the sound of his voice would turn on the water works. I got in my car to go home, pulled out on the street, and promptly burst into tears. But not just any tears. Hysterical, hysterical tears. Delightful. Boo canceled the dinner with the JJ's that we had planned (actually a high point since I hate going out with them).

2. Felt really fragile all day Saturday. Like I could flip out at any time. Drank some wine. It may or may not have helped a little. Then we had to go out with the JJ's. Ugh. We went to some steakhouse chain (I'm not really into eating meat, so, first of all, ick). Said chain had dead shit hanging on the walls. Again, not so much into that. In fact, it makes me not able to eat. At all. Combine that with JJ trying to push me to order a steak. I just wanted to tell him to STFU. I most certainly can not eat a steak while staring at a cow head hanging on the wall. Nope. Then we had to listen to Baby JJ bitching about everything. He's such a hater. I even said, "Why are you so hateful? You are so young to be so angry." Even I wasn't that angry at 19. But whatever.

3. Felt a little better on Sunday. Except the time change kicked my ass. Did nothing all day except try to calm down. And try to read a book. We went out for my b-day with L. She bought me roughly 13 pounds of chocolate. As I'm trying to eat healthy. Boo told her its like giving crack to a crack head. heh Anyhoo, our waitress sucked and my food sucked and I just wanted to go home and put on my pjs and cuddle with my kids and watch Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant.

4. I open my e-mail this morning to see that my icky SIL sent me a fakely chipper birthday greeting. Highly insincere. Grrrr. And people have called me all day. I really do appreciate the good wishes and all and I do appreciate the fact that they love me. But I don't really feel like talking. I would prefer to ruminate about my exploding spleen pain. I can not wait to get home.


Oh, but I did find out today that today is not only the 132nd anniversary of the first phone call, but more importantly, I share a birthday with Chuck Norris. Kick ass. Hi-yah!