I've decided that this is the birthday that marks the age where I can start calling everyone, "Honey."
However, as one friend put it, it might be the age where I have to start calling everyone "Honey" because I can't remember anyone's name anymore.
My husband already took me to pick out and buy my gift. I chose a 12-volt cordless drill because I'm practical like that. It was that or a new hammock and I figured I'd get more year-round use out of the drill. I'd kind of like a chainsaw, but Spyder has made it clear that that's a 50th birthday gift, so I'll have to wait.
Because I'm taking the day off tomorrow, I'm staying up late tonight. I made chicken stir-fry for dinner and my husband and I watched "Hot Tub Time Machine" and "The Rocker." It seemed fitting to revisit 1986 in two different movies for my birthday.
Tomorrow I have a lunch planned, but in the evening I'm attending a friend's puppy shower rather than trying to plan something for myself. I figured I could work in some further birthday festivities later in the week.
Just as long as I get cake at some point...