Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish

Okay, so tomorrow is my birthday.  And I’ll be really, really old.  And usually, I don’t let people get me stuff.  I have everything I could ever dream of.  Except maybe a basement.  But there is something I do want to ask for.  And I’m actually stealing the chutzpah from Megan to post my wish list here:

For my birthday, I would LOVE it if every one of you – including any and all lurkers who think, because we haven’t actually met yet, they aren’t part of this circle  (wrong, wrong) – it would just cheer up my old 57 year old life to hear from you tomorrow.  Just a word?  A happy line?  Right here in these comments?  So I can run my fingers through them, and gloat over them and do the dance of joy?

And that’s what I want.  It would make me very, very happy.  That and some fudge icing, maybe.  About a tablespoon.  Or a hug.  And for Toni not to have broken her arm, and for Rachel to be well, and Paul to get his letter, and Mike and L to get some rest and have some fun – and I guess I do have a long, long list of things like that.  For each of you.  For all of us.  A truly happy day.

Kiss.