They Say It’s My Birthday!

Another year, another birthday. Actually, it’s not just any birthday. This is a “BIG ONE.” You know, one of those decade marker birthdays that have special sections in the Hallmark aisle of the pharmacy and scary selections of products in the party supply store? Yes, one of those birthdays. Groan.

Not that I don’t normally wallow in a stew of my own existential angst on every birthday (and sometimes New Years). I mean, where’s that goddamned novel? And what have I done for humanity lately? And why doesn’t Scarlett Johansson ever call? (This is where Jill, someone I know who died of cancer when she was very young, should come back and bitch slap me until I embrace my inner gray hair.)

I have no idea who this woman is in this photo. But I like her thumb ring and the way she’s biting her lip while she tries to carry a lit cupcake. Note that the cupcake does not have more than one candle and certainly not a number of candles that is a multiple of ten. It’s understated and much less of a fire hazard. (And if Kelly ever stops back by here, she can tell you stories about the erotic potential of cupcakes.)

Have a great Labor Day weekend! I’m off to Maine for Sunday brunch and some quality ocean watching.

Comments:

• My fine Prospero!

  Happy Birthday!

  Posted by Neeraja  on  09/04/07  at  01:28 AM
  
  

• Happy Birthday, Prospero!

  MWAH!

  Posted by S. Desires  on  09/11/07  at  11:30 AM
  
  
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