I’ve Got My Towel, Not That It Will Help

It is officially July. That means in a very short time I will be having a birthday. No, I’m not telling you the exact day. (And Diane, if you blab, I will hurt you.) I dread that day. It has nothing to do with me getting older, though. Truly. I’ll tell you right now I’m turning 42. See, not painful at all–and actually kinda cool that my age will be the answer to life, the universe, and everything ;).

So why do I dread my birthday?

Remember Arthur Dent’s stroke of bad luck in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?  Yeah, my birthdays pretty much go like that.

Like the year I wanted to spend my birthday shopping at a local outdoor mall, and out of nowhere a huge storm hit and we were stuck dodging pouring rain all day.

Or my thirtieth birthday, which was supposed to be a surprise party, but a fight I had with Jeff over the logistics of getting to “dinner” forced him to tell me about it.

A couple years later, my family and I spent my birthday driving back from Tenessee…all day…long, long hours…and had to stay overnight in a complete hole of a hotel.

How I normally look on my birthday.

For my thirty-ninth birthday, we decided to go camping. Beastie 2 came down with a cold. Beastie 1 broke his glasses–both pairs–so we had to delay our leave time to wait on the new pairs to be made.

We also had to drive my inlaws’ truck to the airport as they were coming home from a two-week trip and had left their truck with us. It had gotten egged and we didn’t realize this until we got it to the airport parking lot. More delay trying to scrub dried egg of the door.

It rained on us while we drove to pick up our travel trailer from my inlaws’ house–with our bikes on the back–and the whole time we were hooking the trailer up to the truck. We didn’t get to the campsite until 6:00 pm, all of us starving. And then Jeff had issues with the hitch. Again.

Finally, able to leave the campsite and head out for dinner, my hopes totally set on this awesome Mexican place we’ve been eating at for years and years…had to drive a long way through Orlando traffic to get there…….it’s gone, replaced by something we’d never heard of.

I have no idea what to expect with year “42″ though. But as things have gotten progressively worse over the years, I am having a hard time not panicking. No one has, um, seen any Vogon ships hanging around, have they?

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7 thoughts on “I’ve Got My Towel, Not That It Will Help

  1. Strictly speaking, you are finishing up year 42, and beginning year 43. But, if I were you, I’d hang on to that towel. I remember 42. It was a long time ago. I am in my 60th year. :)

    • Kat Heckenbach

      Ah, true. But I’ll have the number labeling me for the next year :). I’ll definitely be hanging on to the towel!

  2. Hopefully this birthday goes better than the last couple. Happy birthday! Maybe you should just bake yourself a cake and stay home. :-)

    • Thanks! I probably will stay home. Maybe have a Harry Potter movie marathon, all snuggled on the couch under my towel :P.

  3. Happy birthday! July birthdays rock. ;)

  4. I give you wisdom from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: You could bash in all my toes with a hammer and this would still be the bestest Buffy birthday bash ever.

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