Not much about “Goddess Week” this year–that’s my normal, obnoxious pre-birthday countdown. I’ve felt mostly overwhelmed the last few weeks with lots of other things, so there really hasn’t been room for it in my conciousness.
Chip wasn’t all that hip on his birthday this year. In fact, he acted pretty depressed most of the day. I felt like I’d let him down somehow, but found out later what I should have already known: it wasn’t me. It’s usually not.
Birthdays don’t really bother me. I actually love them. Birthdays, holidays, any of it. I guess probably because I didn’t celebrate them as a kid (and therefore they had certain mystical properties), I especially enjoy them now. But I gotta say, this year has been stress-filled enough that it hasn’t felt like much of a Goddess Week, y’kno?
Oh well. That’s the way it goes sometimes, eh? I guess I’ll look for some ways to spoil myself in the next few days a little.


Happpy birthday, Dix!
Thanks, Julie!
And many more!
Thank you, em!!