A few little gifts to myself

Today is my 37th birthday. I tied up some loose ends - paid an old parking ticket and my overdue water bill, mailed a care package to my stepkids with the tie dye shirts we made in August (!) and some running tunes for my stepdaughter's upcoming marathon, and submitted a poem to be published. Okay, I just submitted it to the odd (in a pleasing way) little local bi-weekly classified paper that has 3 pages of literary material tacked on the front, but if my poem is printed I can claim the coveted title of published writer, finally.