Until yet another year of my life has gone by. There are days when I really dread that day coming and others that I’m thankful just to have made it this far. Life hasn’t been easy the last couple of years, so I guess I’m leaning more toward the thankful end of the scale this year.
How old will I be? Ain’t that the question of the day? 
I’m not telling, though I do take pleasure in the fact that my husband is older than I am. Only by 7 months, but hey, older is older. Right?
I have noticed a trend, though. When asked, “What do you want for your birthday?” and “What do you want for Christmas?” I’m finding it harder and harder to think of something. I can remember the days when I had a whole big long list of stuff, and now I’m lucky if I can think of one thing to put on there. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not, though my cheap husband seems to think it’s a good thing. :^S He would.
So, help me out here. Any suggestions on what would be a good birthday and Christmas gift for a thirty-something (I’m not giving the exact number) author? I love pens and paper and bags…though hubby seems to think I have enough already. What do I say to that? NEVER! You can never have too many pens, papers, or bags. There’s just no such thing as too much with those things.
Oh well, I guess I’ll go ponder the questions some more since time is rapidly running out on me.
Heather
