My favorite day of the year
Today is my birthday, and it’s a gray, misty day here in the Mile High City. From my reception desk on the 17th floor I have a beautiful view of the mountains, silhouetted dark through the fog.
I sent my mom a text message this morning giving her the exact address for my building, in case she needs to know “for some reason”, :::cough cough::: balloons, flowers!! :::cough::: I have been pining away for that ostentatious display of affection delivered right to my desk… if there is one day for me to receive that display, it would be today.
I love my birthday. I tell everyone, especially on a milestone birthday like today, my 21st. (Although, as the day wears on, I hear more and more variations on a theme: will I be going out and getting tanked? No, probably not.)
I feel like answering the phone… “Good Morning, thank you for calling the company I work for… this is Rachel, and it’s my birthday! How can I help you?” I hope I never turn into one of those women who hates her birthday because she’s (gasp!) getting gray hairs and wrinkles and isn’t as thin as she used to be. Maybe I’ll feel differently when I experience it myself, but I actually look forward to my first gray hair. I like the idea of getting older. I think I’ll love my birthday more every year… there’s beauty in every season, and it makes me sad to see women longing for the season which has passed, all the while missing the beauty of the season they are entering.
Does it come with the balloon-patterned vest? That’s the best part.
It’s “aaaaawww!” inducingly cute.
Come to think of it, this particular display is better suited for valentines day. Stephen could get me the the flowers are I’ll get him that sweet red tie to match.
I could probably polish this thing off by 5.
This is Phyllis from The Office, from the Valentines Day episode. If you don’t watch The Office, start. Immediately.