I am not writing this. I am dictating to Urban because I can’t look at the screen anymore.
Tomorrow is my 42nd birthday. (42! The answer to life, the universe, and everything!)
This is the first year I will not be having a birthday party. I'm blessed with amazing friends and a summer birthday; the confluence of these two things is one of my greatest joys.
And we throw fantastic parties. These are not fireworks, they are light-up hula hoops.
This is a flaming hula hoop. No, that’s not me. Do you think I’m crazy?
It makes me very sad that I'm not well enough to gather new friends and old to share our home and company. My head injury makes it tough for me to focus, and I cannot deal with large groups of people…even people I love, talking in soft voices. And if you’ve been to one of our parties, you know the “soft voices” bit won’t last very long.
So I'd like to ask you, my beloved friends: those I know well and those I have never met, to help me celebrate my birthday by doing something amazing for yourself, wherever you are: read to your kids, eat a watermelon, go skydiving or just for a walk, watch a movie, have ice cream, sing a song, dance, go scuba diving, crash a wedding, do a cartwheel -- I don't care, just do something, for me, because I can't do anything right now.
Please invite your friends, and join my event on Facebook and post a picture there, or just tell me what you did. Give me the gift of your happiness. I love y'all so much. So much.
Yes, that is me. Breathing fire. So you better do something really awesome.