Hey. Guess what tomorrow is.
Exactly! It’s my 40th birthday!
(I know, I know, I’ve heard it before, I don’t look a day over 38 and a half. Sweet of you to say.)
Alrighty, then. Here we go:
#39- Sleep under the stars.
This didn’t turn out exactly the way I thought it would. Honestly, I saw myself hunkering down somewhere lovely, creek-side, communing with nature (and Brad Pitt somewhere off in the distance strumming a guitar?). But I kind of ran out of time and ended up blowing up an air mattress and dragging it out to my tiny backyard.
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| My cozy star-sleeping accommodations. |
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| This was the view above my head. |
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| If you squint just right, you can see two wee stars. |
#8 – Run the stadium stairs.
Again, this one didn’t go exactly as envisioned. Thing is, all of the stadiums around here are locked up, unless there is a football game or track meet going on. After driving around for an hour an and half, I finally found some stairs, kind of.
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| Trust me. It was a lot higher than it looks. Or was it? |
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| Starting out on stair one. |
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| View from the TOP. Wow…..it’s a long way down! |
After driving around for an hour and a half, I ran those stairs then found a Duncan Donuts. Win-win!
Brought to you by:
Ophelia London 
LOL! Those stairs look pretty steep to me! 😀
Happy early birthday, Ophelia!
Haha. They were!! My calves are still burning from the effort. 🙂
I hope the visit to Dunkin Donuts was just for coffee!!
Jolie du Pre
Precious Monsters
Uh, no. Didn't you see how steep those stairs were?? I needed the fuel!! 😉
So what are the big plans for the birthday celebration?
Happy Birthday, you don't look a day over 38 1/2! No, you look much, much younger. I love birthdays, but my mom made them special. Not everyone does, but I do care! and my two sons had better remember. One always gives me perfume, this year it was “Flower Bomb,” by Viktor Rolf. Hope the weather there is sunny. . .I have an idea, since today is the “P” prompt, grab some friends and fly to Paris for the day!
I'm in California with my family. My sis and I traped around San Francisco yesterday, then drove north 5 hours to my parents' house. Then it was nothing but food and cake. Happy birthday to me. 🙂
Ahhhh, Paris. How lovely would that have been? Why didn't anyone suggest that before??? Oh well. There's always next year. Surely at *41* I'll feel even more entitled to a trip to France! 🙂