I was in a blue funk yesterday. I think it had something to do with it also being my 50th birthday. I didn't take it well. Any remnants of my youth are now gone.
The first congratulatory (?) call I received was at 6:30 a.m. from a "friend" telling me I now qualified for membership in the Red Hat Society. Egad. The society's members wear red and purple in public as a symbol that they have reached an age where they no longer care what people think about them. Well, I already don't care what people think about me, but there is no way on God's green Earth I will ever not care that I am seen in public wearing purple and red together. Ain't gonna happen. Now, don't get me wrong, I love red and purple, red is my very favorite color. But I wouldn't be caught dead wearing them together. Said friend also fedexed me a Red Hat Society Hat to wear. She's SOOOOOOO on my list now. First of all, hats don't go on this bigass hair of mine. I don't spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning teasing and spraying it just to squish it under a hat. And besides, my ears are to high for a hat. I either have to tuck them under or let them flop out, so again, ain't gonna happen! The Red Hat Society will just have to perservere without me.
And then, I realized that my driver's license expired yesterday. Oh, joy, a trip to the DMV, the perfect birthday gift. Well, guess what? I almost failed the eye test. If the sweet little clerk, bless her heart, hadn't felt sorry for me and let me try EIGHT times, I would have lost my license. The poor thing, whom I've known all my life, was as embarrassed as I was.
I am officially old.
The day did get better, however. My nephew gave me a lovely little bouquet that brightened up my office and my disposition, and the birthday present I ordered for myself, a gorgeous zebra print and red leather pocketbook, arrived via the equally gorgeous UPS guy; and my favorite meal was waiting for me when I got home, fried chicken, tomato sandwiches and homemade chocolate cake with fudge icing.