August 26

Yesterday, I started getting a summer cold and by the evening, Summer had informed me that it was her summer cold I was getting. Great.

Today, It is not a bad cold at all, but I ache a little, my head hurts and my nose feels as if it will constantly sneeze . . . but never does.

Tomorrow is my birthday; I will be 60. I understand the logic behind not being 60, but my gosh, to think of AmeliaJake  . . . 60. I am obsessed with it and I want to throw a tantrum and hold my breath until I get my way and am younger. There is a real flaw in that thinking – sort of matches one in my personality.

Oh, crap. I guess the best thing to do it just . . . have a damn miracle happen and I become Miss Sunshine of the Eternal Smiling Attitude. Auuuuuugggggggghhhhhhh. No, no. Please don’t slap me into good sense. I don’t need that . . . because it has never worked.

Pouting probably isn’t going to work either.

Now I have to go get the mop and clean up this ridiculous puddle of self-pity.

I am a piece of work.

Oh, yeah, I’ve been married 41 years today. For tomorrow’s activity we have just decided to make a bunch of homemade pizzas in a group endeavor . . . Der Bingle is here and all the grandkids. They do the toppings; I am the crust maker. Alison always makes one that is basically the produce counter . . . and it is soooo good.  Cameron goes for the exotic spices – I like his too.  We make Colin a hot dog pizza. Summer uses the toppings and creates art . . . then eats the cheese part of her creation. Robert is into double pepperoni. We’ll have a good time.

Just one thing . . . you there, you who are my heart . . . I will be missing you; I love you forever.