On Friday I turned 34. I remember when I was
a kid 22, thinking that 27 was over the hill.
I’ve drafted a really boring post that reads more like a Dear Diary My Birthday Was Awesome And Here Is My Essay About It.
It’s the post that explains why I avoid having HAPPY BIRTHDAY sung to me, why I love surprise visits from by BFF and how I managed to have one of the most enjoyable birthdays that I’ve had in…. as long as I can remember.
But one card I received explains it ALL: