Tomorrow, I turn 34. I tend to get cranky and weird around my birthday. Which is strange, I know, but I very rarely have great birthdays. At best they are OK, at worst, they are really bad (like having to put my dog to sleep. On my birthday. Oy.)
This year, however, has promise. I'm in the best shape of my life and feeling really good. My kid is amazing. My husband is kind and sweet and cute as hell. And despite the occasional setback, we're all healthy and enjoying life.
We're planning a picnic dinner in the park with fancy sandwiches, fizzy drinks and strawberry pie.
Here's to another year.
(I didn't hit all my 34 before 34's but I made a fair dent in them.)
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Happy (belated) Birthday! I hope it was a good day.
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