Today is my birthday. I am 56. I have lots of people ask me if I’m “39 and holding.” Nope. I’m 56 and proud of it. I’ve earned it. Last year, I went to St. Vincent dePaul on my birthday to get my senior citizen discount. Isn’t that funny?
This is me today. Not bad for such an “old lady” I think. I’m rocking my new red cowboy boots and my “Birthday Girl” tiara. (99 cents at St. Vinnie’s. It’s plastic and tacky, which makes it perfect.) That bag I’m holding is a bag of Party Animal cookies. You might know them as Circus Animals, but Franz calls them Party Animals. Party Animals is a much better name. I gave them out all day today to anyone who made eye contact.
That’s my birthday tradition. Years ago my birthday coincided with my school volunteer day. I decided that I would bring treats just like the kids do. It was one of my best birthdays ever and certainly my best adult birthday. It was so much fun, I do it every year. I’ve become famous in our small town. People who don’t know me know about the woman who hands out cookies on her birthday.
Can I let you in on a little secret? I don’t do it to be nice. People always think that. Nope. (Well, I might be nice sometimes.) Every time I say to someone, “It’s my birthday. Have a cookie,” they wish me a happy birthday. How cool is that! And that is really what I want for my birthday: attention.
So, even though I can’t be where you are to offer you a cookie in person, have a cookie. It’s my birthday!!