Is Still My Birthday
I'm thirty today.
Alright, ya got me.... I'm not thirty.
How 'bout thirty-two?
My twenty-five year old son?
Dan says that's on account of my having been a child bride.
But' now that we got that cleared up, on this anniversary of my (ahem) thirty-second birthday, I'd like to thank...
* God, first, foremost, and always
(For My life! But also for everything else that follows here)
* My Mother and Dad
(For not giving me away to any passing Gypsy Caravans when they probably should have)
* My Siblings
(For being better company than the Gypsies in the passing Caravans)
(For feeding and clothing me through my childhood)
* The Goldfish Cracker Company
(For sustaining me through college)
* My husband, Dan
(For putting up with me through the last twenty-six years and also for not giving me away to any passing Gypsy Caravans)
|But, Cathy's Pumpkin Spice|
Lattes are better than Starbucks.
(For making my life so full -- of love, life, learning, silliness, dirty clothes, and coffee -- that they get up and brew in the morning, bless them)
* My friends
(For understanding that -- mostly -- I'm distracted, not ditzy; busy, not disinterested; unconventional, not crazy)
(For being so kind as to bring out their pumpkin spice lattes in time for my birthday every year)
*And Bill Cosby
(Because, as usual, Bill got it right.)