There are women who age beautifully and actually look quite lovely with grey hair and wrinkles. Unfortunately, I am not one of them. I thank my lucky stars every day for my husband’s considerable visual impairments. You can only begin to imagine the trepidation with which I faced my birthday. The older I get, the more it starts to read like an annual natural disaster in my book, one for which there is no adequate emergency preparedness kit.
What I most definitely was not prepared for was the possibility that a birthday with so many large numbers in it could actually be enjoyed. But one dinner, two lunches and numerous cards, bouquets, gifts and well-wishes later, I have to say that while I may indeed be getting older, the celebrations are getting better.
Thanks to all! Oh, and I almost forgot – one of my best gifts was Domination of the Remote for forty-eight hours! Served up on a silver platter!