happy birthday to me…

tomorrow is my birthday.

at my age, it's not really anything to get overly excited about, but i do realize the more i have, the longer i'm able to live.

but it's not like my birthday is super special. it's not like all my friends are racing around town trying to find the perfect gift for me.…

and if they were, i'd find that kind of awkward. i draw attention to myself on a regular basis, but when people honor me, it makes me feel weird. sort of like there are people way more deserving than me. really.

what would be super non-awkward is if my friends were to learn more about water.

you know, the kind that you can drink.

i remember my mother-in-law telling me about a time when she was in a car with a few ladies from africa. they were dumbfounded by the fact that we americans water our lawns with perfectly good drinking water.

i wouldn't dream of drinking from a hose. gah, the yukky hosey flavor of stale water…ick.

but for millions, no, more like billions of people, that would be like nectar.

you may not feel led to give. that's okay, i felt led to share.