Birthdays after 35 seem like a trip to the grocery store. You don't really look forward to it but you must go. Then when you cross through the automatic doors you can't help but feel a little bit thrilled at all the possibilities. And yet, inevitably you ignore the new fun stuff and buy your 2% milk, carton of eggs, and honey wheat bread.
You come home, unpack your groceries and end up here:
So today, I'm going to change the script. I might have to go to the grocery store but I will not just get the usual.
Because at 38 I find myself in this
Happy First Day of Summer, you guys. Grab a little fun for yourself however you can today. Doesn't have to be illegal. But do call me if it is because that sounds exciting.
I'm off to play in a sprinkler,
sing someone to sleep,
and nibbly my way through a pretty tower of things I will try not to regret tomorrow.