Tomorrow is my birthday.
The universe and I have different ideas about how to celebrate this day.
I think that peace, quiet and calm are in order.
The universe thinks that waking up with pink eye, finding dead rodents in the basement, and having a leak in the bathroom sink dripping water through the living room ceiling are just the thing a girl needs on the eve of her 38th birthday.
Luckily, the universe may have knocked me down, but I pulled myself back up.
The pink eye is being treated, the rodents were removed and, brace yourself, DAVID FIXED THE LEAK.
That's right. He may have failed me, repeatedly, at bird removal, but somehow, in spite of having only a Film Major/Dance Minor's knowledge of plumbing, he turned off the water, took apart the valve doohickey and replaced it.
I'm blown away. And grateful. And relieved.
The other thing I did to prepare for my birthday was to clean the house from top to bottom. I like to wake up on my birthday and not feel like there is a pile of squalor leering at me to notice it. No, the house is tidy and I am almost 38 and when you get to be my age, just having a clean house can be enough.