Okay, it’s not today, it’s Sunday, but I’m celebrating today.
It’s one of the big birthdays (the ones with the zeros on the end, ack), but I’m feeling pretty good about it. I’m healthy, happy, I have the best job in the world, an amazing hairstylist, red glasses, and basset hounds.
My thirtieth birthday was spent in the hospital with a lung abscess, so every birthday after just gets better and better. (Although, for this birthday (another one with a zero on the end), I am recovering from pneumonia. It's a thing.)
Oh, and Julia’s throwing me a margarita party tonight. Score!