Happy Birthday to me!
I think I've finally reached that point where I'm in denial about getting older. I'm happy to stay at the age I am (34 if anyone is asking). So from here on in, I'm not going to need a birthday. I'm giving up the presents and the cake, and all I want in return is to stop aging. Seems fair, right?
Though I'm not quite sure I can give up the cake. This year's was a marzipan covered vanilla layer cake with vanilla cream. It was amazing. I found it at Pusateri's after my massage yesterday, and decided that sometimes a girl has to buy her own birthday cake. I'm glad I did, though my thighs may not. But eating sensibly is not something one does on one's birthday. Pretty glad I'm not going to have any more.