Mathematical:
27 is the cube of 3, one of only three cubic birthdays in the standard lifetime. I suppose the proper way to celebrate would be with cubes of cheese, lumps of sugar, and playing Yahtzee.
Historical:
One decade ago, I was in my first semester of law school, spending endless hours designing complex diagrams of torts, contracts, and criminal law. I still hadn't managed to pass my driver's exam, so I had to bum rides to the law library. My only notion of Ohio was that it was that shield-shaped state somewhere in the middle of the country. Getting married was very low on the priority list. I hated the color burgundy.
Culinary:
It's great that my birthday coincides with the sales on Wheat Chex, because I love Wheat Chex and it's one breakfast I don't have to cook.
On the other hand, birthday cake is somewhat redundant this time of year. I am making birthday cupcakes so we can freeze the surplus and move on to Christmas cookies.
Futuristic:
A decade from now, D1 will be old enough to bake my birthday cake uninstructed. And she won't keep putting her fingers in her mouth. At least not where I can see. D2 can help, too. There will likely be several more Ds by then. Hopefully we will live somewhere with room to put them.
Cinematic:
This week we have watched, in very short stages because it's impossible to do anything any other way right now, two old favorites of mine which DOB had never seen: Cyrano de Bergerac and The Quiet Man. We watched one new favorite neither of us had seen: The Great Escape. All for free. I love the library, except for my inner anarchist who still thinks it's evil.
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My favorite part of the Quiet Man is the part where the old woman gives John Wayne a stick and says, "Here's a nice stick to beat your lovely wife with."
Hehe, gets me every time.
Happy Birthday!
How about "It's just a quick stretch of the legs!"
Happy birthday! There's nothing very exciting about 27, really, except when your inner 17-year-old realizes with great shock how grown-up you are. Which mine always does.
-- SJ
Yours always does? How often have you been 27? I thought 29 was what people got stuck at...
Many happy returns of the day, and twice on Thursdays! The Roaring Twenties aren't really all that old after all, are they? =)
The line Michael always quotes is: 'A man'd have to be a sprinter to catch his wife in a bed like that!'
Well, I'm not 29 yet, so I can't very well be stuck at it, can I?
-- SJ
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