Today is my birthday. It's a milestone (or millstone depending on how you feel about aging) year. I don't want to mention the number because seeing it in print makes it real. So, I'll just live in my fantasy world and pretend that I'm much younger. In reality, each birthday is an achievement that I've successfully finished another year and am looking forward to many, many more.
I thought about having a party, but I decided that would look like a bid for presents and would be tacky. Instead I'm going to open a small bottle of champagne and toast myself, give Crash and Burn some treats and look forward to another year.
There is one thing I did find amusing. Aside from the usual greetings from friends and relatives, I have received a card from my broker (I guess he feels guilty that he didn't get me out of the market in time), Dress Barn that gave me a coupon for $10, a bank that probably wants some of my money, Mensa, Webshots.com, Cunard Lines to remind me that they are still sailing and a casino. Funny, my friends and relatives wished me well, the others just want me to spend my money. Why can't they send me real presents?
That's all for now. I'm going to open my champagne now. Cheers!