It's the theater god's birthday.
Or, as I like to call it, Ketchup Day. Because today is the day TG catches up with me, age-wise.
Yes, I am *gasp* older than my husband. By a good four months. (Does this make me as a cougar? I like to think so. Sounds sexy, yes?)
Every year, TG complains about getting a year older. And I always hit him. Because if he thinks he's getting old, what does that make me? Huh? And, buster, I am not getting old. I am getting...
(Drum roll, please.)
More Qualified for Life!
Especially my life as a writer. I'm not saying you can't write characters older than you are, and write them darned well, but there's something about living the years first that really helps you to feel them in your bones. (And not just the achy way, like before a thunderstorm. Though it is kind of cool to be able to predict the weather now.)
I suppose you could go as far as to say I'm not aging so much as researching. ;)
Now, you may be thinking, what in the heck is she doing futzing around on her blog when she should be celebrating with TG? Well, I'll tell you. It's because TG is where he's spent every one of his birthdays for the last twenty or so years: at the theater. This is why he's such a good theater god--he works at it.
Tonight is opening night for the first opera of the summer season, and he is Needed, with a capital N. But that's okay--we celebrated some yesterday, and will celebrate more tomorrow. He will be adequately partied and caked.
Best of all, the rest of the partying and the caking will take place at his parents' house, and my mother-in-law makes the world's best hot milk cake with caramel icing, TG's favorite. There will also be hot milk cake with chocolate fudge icing, for TG's sister, whose birthday was a few days ago, and who is a co-celebrant. We have a large extended family in the area, and double up on birthdays a lot.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to the guy who rocks my little world. I love you, honey! :)