Not that I’m counting or anything. The bad news is: tomorrow is my 52nd birthday. Not really "bad"… just not very exciting. Of course, another birthday is still preferable to the alternative. And life is good. Particularly since – and this is the really good news: I’m not in jail!!!!! Every time I call Garland Baker, my Costa Rica Expert, he asks, "Are you calling me from jail?" Very funny.
For my present (birthday, not "now"), I’ve asked my family for three whole days without sarcasm. Our family has gotten to be expert at sarcasm, me included. You can’t ask a question or make any remark at all around here without getting slapped back with a sarcastic comment. Sarcasm can be funny, but only if used sparingly. It can also be cutting and mean. Which is all it is when it’s not funny. Not to mention tiresome. All of us sitting around on our high horse trying to be funnier and smarter than everybody else. Ick.
So that’s what I want for my birthday: three days of pleasant straightforward chatter. Familial kindness. Can we do it? Surely. If not, there’s more wrong around here than bad habits. I’m betting on bad habits, though. There just doesn’t seem to be any negative energy floating about. Dr. Phil wouldn’t spend 15 minutes on us.
Because WE are so normal.
A happy and healthy birthday for you on Friday from Randi, Robert, Jacob, and Willow. And good luck with your wish from your family.
Muchas gracias, mi amigos. Pura vida a ustedes! xoxoxoxo (the same in any language), Saratica
JUST REMEMBER: 52 isn’t old if you’re a tree!
(Then fer sure yer bark is worse than yer bite..)
Have FUN on your day!
Your former new best friend, Paul ==
Happy Birthday !!
Are you having a party?
and is the ex maid coming to it ? he he
I hope you have a wonderful birthday and 3 very sweet days without sarcasm. Happy Days!
Have a wonderful birthday!!!!
Hi Saratica! I was going to wish you Happy Birthday because I actually remembered it. I am 51 363/365ths. Happy Birthday and Good Health to you.
The title of this article reminds me of the song from Chicago ’25 or 6 to 4′ (nothing do with the title except its bunches of numbers).
Happy birthday or should I say “51th anniversary number #2”
“It’s your birthday” – I’m singing this in 50 Cent fashion…arms extended moving in circular motion.
HAVE FUN. You’re only 52 once. (unless you’re like me who plans to stick on 52 for a few years)
“Happy Bir-day” (that’s in Costa Rican English)
Best wishes (and no sarcasm), Teri
I am already 52 and it is the best year so far. happy birthday… many more…. Jamie
Thank you for all your good wishes! Paul, why are you my former new best friend? Have I already bragged about more recent ones? You are at the top of my list and I’m looking forward to going to theatre events in Spanish with you…
Thank you, Annabel, and NO, you-know-who is not invited!
Jen and Robin, thank you for your good wishes. So far, the sarcasm is less… and I got a huge purple piggy bank that my mom and the boys handpainted. She even has earrings!!! ‘Cause, as you can imagine, style is everything around here!
Happy birthday to you, Buttz. Love, Squatty Body. (Did we really talk this way to each other lo these many MANY years ago?)
Wolfie, I feel so good I’m not quite ready to start repeating birthdays. May it always be so!!!!
Teri, I’m going to need to see the video…
Jamie – I love hearing from you! I knew you were older than me. You have always been so much smarter!!! So happy to know things are good with you. Love to the big guy.
And now, I’m going off to read for the day. So many books, fortunately looks like so much time left. Pura vida.
Happy Birthday!!! Have a great one & remember we’re still young even tho our bodies say otherwise occasionally!! : )
Belated happy birthday to you, cuz (Celia turned 52 9/12). When I hear your “voice”, I always picture us in high school… damn we looked good then. Not too bad now, either! How do we manage it???
hey – happy birthday from the Knockemdowns – gee, only 52? rejoice!
hasta luego – op
Thanks, ol’ pete! I’m feeling better and better about the whole 52 thing. I can still touch my toes, still recognize my kids. It’s not all bad!