I’m not going to lie to you. Being 31 sucks.
I had a lovely birthday on Monday; pressies, hugs, kisses, cake, chocolate, gnocchi gorgonzola and the Star Trek movie.
Mum didn’t ring me for my birthday. Or the following day. I ended up ringing her today and no amount of hinting jogged her memory. In my family it’s considered a sin to not ring before 8am on someone’s birthday. But I have decided to move on from how cranky I was. Or try to.
Lenovo said yesterday that my new notebook wouldn’t ship until June 18th – over 2 months after I ordered it. (I chucked a spazz and my order is now likely to ship by the end of the week.)
Tonight someone named Monica ran into me while I was on the roundabout near Emma’s on Liberty. Oh my poor Talyn!
NRMA were lovely and I’m booked for the “claim assessment” at the end of next week. I don’t lose my no-claim bonus and I don’t pay the excess because I wasn’t at fault. OH THE RELIEF.
So now that I’m at the end of day 3 of being 31, I’m hoping that day 4 is going to be easier.
In any case, send cupcakes.