Birthday Brawl

Yesterday was my 32nd birthday. There, I said it. And this time I managed not to cry. And while we will be celebrating my birthday in June when the weather is a little nicer, Andy and I did manage to go out on the weekend to OPP (Other Peoples' Parties).

As we drove around, it became more than evident that, even as a sign of good will for my birthday, my mojo still eludes me. It's almost as if I've lost the will to punch.

I know - get back up off the floor - that news must have made you fall out of your chair.

Gradually as the night progressed, Andy's punches became softer, as if he too realized the sad state of affairs. He is far and away the clear leader for the title of World Punch-MINI Grand little darling for 2009, and yet he showed mercy to a fellow Punch-MINI player who is clearly down on her luck.

But I am still hopeful; as I start the next year of my life it's my wish that my mojo comes to visit me every once in a while. I know it might be too much to ask it to come home, seeing as its been out enjoying the world for all these months.

Just a visit every now and then, that's all I ask. (And yes, Chief Lemon-Leader, that's on my list)