I wish I had something exciting to report for my birthday. But alas, I am lame.
Went out for a crepe to celebrate by myself and then I was headed to PDX pop to enjoy the day when slammed with cramps that left me whimpering – so I went home and hung out in the basement with my best friend Midol and a hot pad. Happy Birthday.
When the tow truck lady checked my license to verify the number, she said, “Oh, it’s your birthday! Happy birthday!” Then she handed me the bill.
So yeah, uhm, what she said.
I’m still working on my 29th note to self. I’ll post it when it’s done.
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