Tuesday, October 12, 2004

happy birthday to me

Today I am a (forty-year-old) woman.
Does that mean I now have an excuse to let myself go?

6 comments:

Christine said...

happy birthday!

as for letting yourself go.. whatever makes you happy, eh?

Violet said...

Thanks Christine.

Tony - Piss-ups are a thing of the past - I'm sipping port and awaiting pizza, to be followed by DVDs of my choice (that means no X-Men, no Queen of the Damned for the upteenth time, and as many Star Treks as my telly-watching eyes can handle)

Casyn said...

Happy Birthday! :-)

Here's to another 40! I 've been told life doesn't start till your 40. You'll have to let us know.

Tara said...

The first forty years of life give us the text: the next thirty supply the commentary.
- Arthur Schopenhauer

I look forward to your commentary! Happy Birthday!

Pickwick said...

Eek! Look at what happens when you miss a day! Okay, seeing as you'll get this as an overnighter, we can pretend I still sent it on your birthday;-)

Port and pizza? So that's what I have to look forward to in a few short years... yay!

Violet said...

Thanks everyone. To quote Sally Field - no I won't, what she said at a certain Oscar awards night is too cheesy even for a tongue-in-cheek comment.

Apart from having to work on the day, and that my boss chose that day to tell me she's sending me on a remedial bus-driving lesson later in the week, it was a good day. The port and pizza were accompanied by Star Trek (including an early episode without Uhura, Chekov or that blonde-beehived yeoman called Janice), X-Files and a very relaxing back rub (thanks, boyfriend).

Now - time to shop for a sports car and some age-inappropriate clothing...