When I got to work this morning, my desk was all decorated, both with pre-made 50 decorations and streamers and with office-made signs that said things like "Fifty is the new fabulous." The one that made me laugh out loud even though it hurt was the one that said, "It Took 50 Years to Look this Good."
One of our investigators was hanging out with my accounts colleague, and she said something that was to become a familiar refrain through the day, "Happy Birth--what on earth happened?" No one I talked to wanted to believe that I'd fought off a black bear that attacked my parents in a parking lot, so I went with "Walked into a bathroom doorframe".
There was a surprise birthday lunch for me and two of my colleagues, one of whom is also 50 and the other of whom is literally half that. Someone made the Italian green bean salad that I love and was surprised at how many people asked for the recipe. I didn't, because it is my favorite summer salad, but I did compliment her on it and notice the basil she put in.
My lip and my eye still look awful, but what hurts is the chest muscle I pulled. I have to give a shout-out to Mallie, who was the one who talked me into spending money on bras that actually support my boobs, because when I woke up this morning, the pain was so bad I nearly barfed, and I hate to think what it would have been like if I'd gone through the day with inadequate infrastructure. As it was, I was still in a lot of pain at four o'clock, but I made it home without crying.
Speaking of crying, there was a card in yesterday's mail that was all about what's good about turning 50, and while my niece would dismiss it as "Sappy!" it made me tear up because it was from my 80 year old uncle.
Family, friends, food and fun. I could get used to this 50 thing.
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