Today my breakfast will be a heaping slice of chocolate chip pound cake topped with buttercream frosting. I might even wash it down with a tall glass of 2% milk.
At lunch I'll run over to Target and purchase a tiara. As I wait in line to pay, I'll pull it free from the packaging and perch it atop my head. The cashier will think I'm crazy but I'll just smile and hand off the trash for her to discard.
After work I'll melt into a massaging pedicure chair. I'll sip iced-tea as I catch up on my pile of magazines, flipping between Town and Country and The New Yorker. And when the fire engine red polish has dried, I'll slip back into my peep toe pumps and sass my way out to my car.
This evening I'll meet up with some close friends and celebrate my thirty-fifth birthday. Eight of us will gather around a table and feast on platefuls of Italian fare. We'll tell stories, share memories and laugh like life is grand. Because you know what - it is.