(In case I ever want to look back.)
Hanging hammock chair
Battery powered magnifying glass/lamp
Bin (bucket-o) whoopee pies and cash
Plate of whoopee pies
Sleeve of Mountain Dew
Borders gift card
Two Dilbert books (not Gilbert, as the bookstore clerk was apparently trying to help my aunt find…)
Sherman’s Lagoon treasury
Front door knocker
All in all, an extremely good haul. More than I ever expected for such a non-event as the 33rd birthday. My sister will turn 25 next month, and my mother told her “a quarter of a century.” Well, I’m a third of a century. Funny how those things work out.
For other interesting age-related numbers, My mother is 16 years older than me. I’m 8 years older than my sister, who is 4 years older than my brother. So when he was 4 and she was 8, I was 16, and mom was 32.