No, I don't mean like walking backwards (I'd probably fall down and break my hip.)
Nor backwards mentally (although that's a matter for discussion. See here.)
I mean backwards in age. As of this year, I'm heading back to zero. Which means that, by the time I'm 70, I"ll be ready to be born again. (Literally, not spiritually.)
And in true Ranty Pants style, I will commemorate this momentous decision by throwing myself my first reverse birthday party. Two Saturdays from now, fifteen friends and I will eat deliciously fattening brunch-type items and toast the wondrousness of me with sparkling mimosas.
No husbands. No kids. What!? I know. I am sooooo kewl.
Of course, there are a few small details that I conveniently chose to overlook (or more honestly, block out) about hosting my own party:
- I'll have to clean my house...
- ... and decorate it myself.
- I don't have a dining table.
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