July 14 2005
I had another birthday. I decided that after you turn thirty, it doesn’t really matter if you have a birthday that doesn’t end with a 5 or 0. It was a typical Friday afternoon. I had finished up everything at the office for the day and was winding down with half an hour of Tac Ops or so. Amber, the new receptionist comes back and gives me this unhappy look like I had forgotten something on my to do list. Then she says, “I’m sorry I forgot. We can have ice cream or something on Monday.” I paused for a moment like I knew what she was talking about without tipping my hand. “You know, that’s alright.” I said. ” I won’t worry about it as long as that ice cream is here first thing Monday” Then I realized, “Hey, wait!! What’s today?!?” Maybe I should have taken the day off or something. When I turn 35 I’ll try to remember. Til then, who really cares?
