37

Let's just start by saying that my wrist still hurts a lot. I didn't ever get it x-rayed because I still don't think it's broken, so I don't see the point in an x-ray. If I could just run in and get the x-ray, I might, but these things are never quick and easy. I suppose if they were, EVERYONE would want to run out and get things x-rayed. At least, I know I would.

Anyway, Sunday last was my birthday. The big 37. 37. Wow. Who would have ever thought? My very cute friends threw me a birthday party. Liz had to buy 2 packages of candles, and used all but 3. Sigh. But she made the cutest bunny cake ever. And tasty, too! Chocolate with white frosting. My favorite. The party was fun. I have good friends. Attendees includude: Liz and Lorin (the hosts), Brad, Mike and Melissa, Ruby, Teona, Natalie, Sheena, Fumiko, Toshio, Jen, baby Carter, and Heidi. I believe a good time was had by all. And I received some lovely birthday prizes. Notable is the book I got from Liz and Lorin. "A is for Amy who fell down the stairs." Now I don't know if that was on purpose or not, but I intend to find out. Perhaps Mr. Gorey knew what was in store for me way back in 1963. He He.

So, I'm 37. Did I mention that? I'm a little panicked about it. I know that 37 isn't that old. But I sort of fear that I'm going to end up with an old spinster with 37 cats and I'll die alone. Ok, that will never REALLY happen, because I hate cats. Maybe it will have to be bunnies. I'll be the crazy bunny lady who yells at kids for walking on her lawn, and has to show proof of pets to buy pet food at the grocery store.

Am I over reacting to being 37? I don't think so. Casey said 37 was a good year for her. That's the year she met Keny. I guess I could continue to grasp at "you're-not-going-to-die-alone" straws. Maybe 37 won't be so bad. I do have that vacation this year. (sniff)