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By Crabby McSlacker
So yeah, I didn’t get around to writing a blog post this week, unless you want to try to count this one. Does it make sense
that my turning 57 today somehow prevented me from posting something earlier
in the week? No, it does not!
It also doesn’t make sense
that the passing of another year should grant me immunity from the effects of eating gratuitous Evil Things, or consuming potent beverages, or generally doing whatever the hell I want.
Don’t f*ck with me on my birthday.
I get spoiled on my birthday, by my most awesome wife, who always makes it special. So special the holiday has been officially expanded to two days, and includes both a delicious home cooked meal as well as a dinner out at the restaurant of my choice. Plus fun things to open.
Yet that doesn’t stop me from spoiling myself, too. A massage. A stroll through town with perhaps a stop for coffee or lunch. Some window shopping… or perhaps I’ll even make a purchase or two.
I do spend a little time reflecting on how lucky I am, and all the things I have to be grateful for, because I’m not a total idiot. But it’s mostly about: the hell with responsibilities, what fun thing comes next?
Do I exercise on my birthday? Well, yeah, I’m weird enough that I wouldn’t enjoy the day if I didn’t do something, but I pick a favorite thing. Right now my favorite thing is to go for a run on a beautiful nearby trail, caffeinated up to the gills, blasting glorious energizing tunes at unsafe volume through my headphones.
(To each her own, you may be thinking.)
Some people would rather have a party.
Some might prefer an outdoor cookout.
But what about you guys, what do you like to do on your birthday? And do you use the occasion as an excuse for some creative rationalization?