Well that’s what my hypothetical children think I am. I’m actually turning 35 at 6:00 PM today. What does that mean? Not much except the reminder that I served nine months hard time, and then was rudely forced through a vagina unwillingly.
For my efforts, I get lemon cupcakes and a week of celebration. That sounds great until you understand that a week is for chumps. I deserve a “Becca was vagina-ed” month dedicated to me. There should be no school or work internationally. It really becomes a problem when everyone can’t drop what they’re doing to plan a party for me. I mean I only had Rod fly in, Jason staying here, my sister’s family drive in, my aunt come to see me, a girlfriend drive in to see me, and a small gathering today. I expect more. I want to see parades and skywriting.
Instead, I will settle for a great big group hug from all of you that I’ve gotten to know and love over my 34th year of life.
Lady or Not… Here I Come!