Day One of Thirty Three

Today I turned 33. I've been thinking I'm 33 all year so it's no big deal and I'm not sad about growing older or anything. I like living in my third decade.

But last year I spent my birthday doing this:I will never, I mean never! roof my own house again. It is such a tremendous job and David and I had no idea how hard it would be when we decided to do it ourselves. I have to give a hand to men who do this on a daily basis. It is a grueling, back-breaking job.

Besides the horror of roofing that is imprinted in my memory last year, I also have the memory of a major financial crunch that hit my husband's business. It was as if David had looked in the eyes of Medusa and was turned to stone. So paralized was he by the blow that I was left to scrape the four layers off the roof with my dad while David attended to business. Gratefully, David was able to pull through, cut off the head, and here we are a year later. The Scooter Lounge still lives. And our roof is protecting overhead. Glad that birthday passed.

This year, I spent the first 13 hours of my birthday here:I forgot to get the day off so I had to work. It was a busy day in the life of a pediatric nurse today, but not a bad day.

When I got home, David game me a pair of these:I am anxious to try them on the street tomorrow.

And then David took me here:A birthday wouldn't be a birthday without some Bombay House flavor.

Then David took me to see this:David really liked it. I'm not so sure. A little too much teenage T,A, and Gay. But it was fun to go out.

Thanks Dave for a fun night.
Thanks mom for babysitting.