another year older

Yesterday was my birthday.

I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do for it. Planning a party seemed like too much stress, and I thought making my own birthday cake would be a bit tragic (luckily I didn’t have to; a friend made one for me. Complete with monolithic trains and unaccounted for eggshells. Does it get any better than that?) And last week with the weather changing into fall, and me being sick with a sore throat and constant headache (which made me horribly grouchy, so I apologize again to anyone I wasn’t very nice to), everything just seemed like too much effort.

So for my actual birthday I decided not to plan anything, and made the only rule of the day that I would only do things that I wanted to do. I slept in late, went for brunch, cuddled with my dog, baked cookies, ordered greasy pizza and watched a Suits marathon. I had to watch some football and make lunch for the manfriend, but I guess you can’t win ’em all.

Here’s to a year filled with days as good as these past few.

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