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So, in exactly one month, I'll be fifty years old. I love a birthday, mine included. I'm decidedly not the no gifts, please girl. So. This is what I want for my birthday:
- Two weeks in the above little house on the Isle of Wight.
- A trip to County Sligo, along the paths that Yeats walked
- A paddle board lesson in a slimming wet-suit with a cute surfer guy of any age
- A tiny, perfect mermaid tattoo on my left inner wrist
- A car tour through Badlands National Park, perhaps tripping on a tiny amount of an hallucinogenic
Reader, don't you wonder which of these I'll do?