I took the day off work. Here's what I did:
-Minimal maintenance on house and self.
-Made mashed potatoes with butter and cream for my birthday lunch. It's like dessert for me.
-Had my first menopausal hot flash. Happy birthday to me. Almost ran outside in my birthday suit to cool down.
-Carved a pumpkin.
-Had email war with my boss. Youth pastor. Complainined that he had to deal with "situations," ringing phones and copiers while I lazed around all day. Strongly suggested that he not to mess up any phones, situations or copiers while I'm gone.
-Put dog in carved pumpkin and took pictures to submit to newspaper call for costumed pets. Dog resisted at first until she caught on to the cheese-reward after each sitting.
-Worked on Bible Study Fellowship lessons for this week. Distracted by TV.
-Went to Walmart for the first time ever with no make up whatsoever. World did not end. Saw two people I haven't seen in years. Did not let them see me.
-Had allergy attack complete with wheezing.
-Cooked a meal for my mother-in-law who went home from hospital today. Made last minute menu change when realized I had planned: Cheese/brat casserole, broccoli and cheese, cheesecake. Man cannot live on cheese alone. Dog probably could. Time-out whistle; green beans subbed in for broccoli and cheese.
-Husband came home and asked what's to eat. Instructed him to go to his mom's to eat.
-Talked to the 80 year-old lady who gave birth to me 44 years ago today. She was perturbed that I had not been to the mailbox yet to retrieve the card she sent. Told me how terrible her pregnancies were, the last being the worst. I was the last.
-Watched Cary Grant movie. He is the dreamiest.
And that is how I turned 44. Not a bad day, but I could have done without the hot flash. God has a sense of humor.