But enough of my disjointed rambling.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY
Do people ever tell you that you don't look your age? I get that regularly. In fact just the other night Jethro and I went out to dinner with a bunch of jazz musicians - and yes, I often marvel at the weirdness and wonderfulness of my life - and it was remarked at the table that I appeared to be fifteen. FIFTEEN! I think it was the ponytail. It was really hot that night and I had to get my hair off my neck. Instantly takes ten years off me. Or I guess, twenty-two years off me. Not that I'm good with numbers either.
(I like your new tattoo. Now I must go read a
classic novel that I missed out on.)
Anyways, Happy 45th. You look great no matter what age, and you're just awesome. Keep on doing what you do. And most of all, thank you.
Heidi the Hick