Oh, Darling Ones,
Today is my 53rd birthday and boy is it being a god-damned day.
My 26-year-old washing machine decided to give up on life, and so my gift from the universe is a busted washer full of dirty water and clothes. Happy birthday, Dear Jodi!
Everything I touched today has turned to shit — I spilled a 40oz glass of ice water on my lap, a bathroom cleaner I ordered leaked all over the toothpaste in the same order, and this here website took a dive and I got spend a lot of time chatting with tech support. Happy birthday, Dear Jodi!
As a gift to myself I’ve decided not to freak out even though a new washer is not in my budget. Nothing is in my budget. Social Security has not let me on the dole yet and I’ve only made $50 thus year according to FreshBooks. So, I guess in the immortal words of Wilma Flintstone & Betty Rubble, I will CHARGE IT!
It’s only money.
I don’t make a big deal out of my birthday anymore, but I still love it.
I’ve heard from all my favorite people. I got to tell them I love them or show them by remembering anniversaries and discussing rock & roll. I had a delicious BBQ dinner with my fam and after my nephew & mom dealt with the washer mess. I have lots of yarn, cute cats, Bob’s Burgers on the TV, and a good book (Run for the Hills by Kevin Wilson) waiting for me at bedtime.
Not too shabby for old Jodi. Plus, I’m here. I did not succumb to all that ails me like the dumb washing machine.
Hope 6/6 was good to you too.
Jodi
Happy belated birthday! No idea if you remember me but we were in the same blog circle years and years and years ago. (Though this year I decided to throw in the towel). I am thrilled to see your blog is still active, but it looks like I have a lot to catch up on. Wishing you a year of health victories and happiness!
Of course I remember! We were baby bloggers together way back in the early days. I miss those early days when it was all fun and messiness and not influencing and branding. I’m glad you found me again!