Since I’m feeling honest today, I will not disguise the fact that thirty-five years ago my mother birthed me in a blizzard. It seems New York shut down the night I made my entrance into the world. You’ll have to get the full story from FringeMom, but I’ve heard tales that they considered erecting a monument to commemorate her agony in childbirth. It is also rumored that I was a terribly cranky baby, but there’s little truth left in thirty-five year old stories.
Tonight FringeMan will cook me a dinner of my choice, because he’s nice like that. Later I may watch Swamp Loggers, cause I’m nice like that.
The menu is as follows:
Ham, Turkey, and Pepper-Jack Cheese Panini’s, Salt & Pepper Kettle Chips, Chocolate Lava Cake with Fresh Raspberries
Since I couldn’t decide what a proper 35th birthday post for oneself should look like, I decided to leave it up to you. This post is officially open to COMMENTS. Feel free to ask me anything, just don’t ask me my weight.
My past, present, future, and opinions are all fair game. You can even ask questions about the FringeFamily, especially FringeMom (kidding mom!). I’ll be answering your questions in the comments section throughout the day and probably over the weekend, so check back later for your answer.
Now, here’s my question for you: At what age does middle-age begin?
Happy Birthday to ME!
I will feel sad if I only get a half-dozen comments….just sayin.