Spa-riffic birthday and Hoo Winner
Good Monday, everyone! Before I go any further with my post I wanted to announce the winner of the Hoo-rag from my giveaway post on Thursday: by use of a random number generator app from Apple, Didi is the winner and proud owner of a new Hoo. Congratulations Didi! Send me your address and I’ll get your rag out ASAP!
Yesterday was my birthday.
Notice how I wrote that with simplicity. Very matter-of-fact. No all-cap sentences like, ‘YESTERDAY WAS ANOTHER BIRTHDAY FOM HELL!’ Could it be that the voodoo mojo has moved on? You may remember this post in which I explain that my birthdays are notorious for being jinxed – hexed – cursed – whatever you want to call it. But this year I am happy to say was different, thanks to my husband. He had the brilliant idea to celebrate my birthday a day early, on the 16th – with a surprise trip to a spa where I had my feet and face polished & prettied up almost beyond recognition.
Now, am under no assumption that my feet are even remotely attractive but today I am showing them off because:
a) they won’t be out from under my socks and boots again until Springtime,
b) these size 9’s are as smooth as a baby’s bottom, and
c) that nail polish changes from gold to purple in the right lighting which, even though you can’t see it, is pretty darned cool.
Pedicures and facials are things that I never treat myself to so those were very thoughtful and sweet gifts. We then went out for a very nice dinner where the food was so good I immediately decided to save half of it for lunch the next day. Well, that – AND because I was saving room for a piece of birthday cake. Craig had half of his meal boxed as well, but by the time dessert came along we were both borderline uncomfortable, so we decided to get our cake boxed as well. That way I could have cake on my actual birthday.
I thought about that cake all night. When I woke up yesterday morning and started into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, imagine my horror to find all of our leftovers still on the kitchen counter. NOOOoooo!!!
Everything went into the trash. Yes, even the cake The restaurant boxed it with a mound of real whipped cream on top, which I’m sure looked beautiful on Saturday night, but on Sunday my birthday cake was sitting in a soggy, runny mess of cream. (this is the part of the story where I’m supposed to write, ‘but look at all of the calories I saved….’) Sorry; the memory is still just too painful.
This week I have an appointment at our local hospital’s pain clinic. Wednesday morning at 7 AM I’ll be waiting for another treatment which I hope will help my back: a spinal injection. Just the sound of that makes me shudder, but I am assured by my friends that I’ll be okay and by my family that I’m running out of options. I’m hopeful that this will work. Last summer was dedicated to recuperating from surgery. This summer I intend on spending my 43rd year on this earth enjoying more of my life instead of watching as it goes on without me.
Wish me luck.