Tomorrow is my 38th birthday. I'm not at all excited about it. Well, I'm excited about the going out to dinner with friends part of it, but not the big 8 next to the 3 that I've long grown used to.
This year I feel old. I feel tired most of the time. I no longer feel cool. I no longer feel youngish. I feel and look like what I'd imagine a PTA mom to feel and look like. And that stereotype, at least in my mind, is not good.
At any rate, I will not be alone in celebrating my birthday on Saturday. Turns out, I share this date with one current co-worker and one past co-worker. I also share it with Dick Cheney. Evil. But on the flip side I also share it with Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Good. Though I doubt he's going to be celebrating, considering he's dead and all.
Pasta ala Fridge
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