It may be Thanksgiving for some, but it should be my birthday for all
I had quite the birthday. It all started at 7am when, in a moment of foresight, I realized it had to be later than what my alarm claimed and I threw myself out of bed. I braved the cold and made it to the Roman BMV. I practiced the obstacle course with my scooter and tried to find the happy place everyone’s talking about* and calm myself down. We had to wait forever and, being I extra special and with a surname that starts with Z, even longer. I passed my obstacle course and made friends with either an Albanian or a Polish guy. What the idiots at the BMV want is for someone to take them in a car to follow after the scooter-driving, test-taking people, what they failed to mention was exactly that. Now, I had no one accompanying me and they would only allow two people to go on every excursion, so my foreign friend had the genius idea of calling a cab and taking the examiners out on the road in style. He paid for it and was very chivalrous about it, I took it like the Baroness I am. Once we arrived we found out that the BMV people would tell us the results in the end. After everyone, and their slow ass cousin, was done. That took forever, and being I extra special and with a surname that starts with Z, even longer. We all passed! I scootered back home and I was devastated, not just by nervous pee, but by all the tension that I had accumulated. Ben made me an extra special birthday lunch consisting of Italian (how a propos!) dressing chicken and mashed potatoes. Yumm!
Then we left the safety and heat of the homestead to go meet my mom for her MRI. We then proceeded to follow her home and spend a very cozy evening. Having both my mom and Ben around for my birthday made me extra tingly.
I’m now home and I have my bobblehead suit on because I am so tired I can’t keep my head straight. And I really want to shower. And yet I’d rather MY day didn’t end, so I’m going to keep milking it for all it’s worth. I want to get up when I just can’t have another minute of sleep tomorrow. I do need to send my secret pal exchange yarn thing. And I had forgot all about the Roman S’n'B happening on Saturday. And now to shower I must go.
*I found it fit to turn the "One day at a time" AA motto into "One thing at a time" today. It’s tragic when a day is so full of anxiety and crap that you need to start sorting it out by things… Such is life. Such is my life anyway.