Hey there, Awesome Readers!
It’s my birthday and I’m actually working on a “real” post, which you can read later today because it’s my *gulp* 50th and I have a lot to say about that. Meanwhile though, I wanted to share this creepy thing that happened to me this morning …
I woke up like every other morning (which already proves it’s going to be a great day because ALIVE), and as always, went through my routine in a state of still-half-asleep-and-groggy …
Let the dogs out … fill the dog bowls with food and water … let the dogs back in … press the Keurig button for coffee #1 … let dogs out again … grab coffee cup and settle in front of computer to write …
All of which takes about 13 seconds. (Apparently half-asleep is my most productive time of day.)
Except that I must have Googled something last night because when I woke my computer from sleep mode, the first screen to pop open was the Google page and low-and-behold I see this!
That’s when my ninja instincts woke up because HOW DOES GOOGLE KNOW IT’S MY BIRTHDAY?
And then I heard myself say, “Awwww. Have you been waiting up all night to tell me that?”
Which only further creeped me out because since when am I on a talking basis with Google?
So here’s what I’m thinking:
One, either Google spies on me during my sleep. Or two, since I was born at 12:30 a.m., something happened to my brain at precisely the time that I turned 50 and I am now senile.
PS. I don’t usually post twice in one day but since it’s my birthday, I’m inviting you to come back later today for It’s my birthday – Part 2. Kind of like a party only instead of cake and balloons and those annoying blow horn thingies, we’re going to celebrate like grown-ups: with words and words and more words. It’s a BYOB so feel free to show up with a glass of wine. Ah heck. Bring the whole bottle. It is my birthday, after all.