Yesterday I turned 34. It hardly seems possible, even as I type it. I feel so old and yet I can't imagine where all this time has gone.
As birthdays go, this one was my typical lame day. If you know anything about me, you know I dread and hate my birthday. I really really do. (I have pretty good reason, since I've had sucky ones for about 5 years running now.) It wasn't bad as a regular day goes, so I can't really complain. It just wasn't special. It wasn't anything. It was just a day. Same as all the others. Two good things though, before I make you think it was entirely crappy... I had lunch with my Mom, aunt Paula, and Grandma (who shares my birthday, and turned 78 yesterday). And the boys made me a cute little card.