Birthday

Today is my birthday. Yup, December 7th; the anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day. Today I am 44 years old, which is rather astounding to me, since I feel perpetually 27.

I'm not sure how I got 'stuck' at 27, but I've always felt younger than I am. Maybe its because I look younger than am? A few months ago I was singing karaoke at Freddie's and a guy told me he thought I was 33. Okay, it was a bar, lighting was dim, and there's lots of alcohol, but it was nice to hear.

Actually I don't mind being 44. What I do mind is that I've only celebrated 15 birthdays. I was raised in the Jehovah's Witnesses religion, so I didn't celebrate birthdays until I left them in 1993. My 1st ever birthday celebration was my 30th birthday. It was terrific.

Last night Spouse made 3 pans of homemade lasagna. This evening they'll be eaten by the guys we usually have dinner with on Fri nights at the Miltonian restaurant because they're coming here for my birthday dinner. Spouse is a great cook, and Italian food is his specialty. People would walk miles in 6-foot snow drifts without shoes backwards for his lasagna. It will be great.

And then we get to eat cake!


Drag Queen name of the day: Freida Go