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I felt like I needed something to break up all of the words.
It's from mine and Chris' first anniversary backpacking
trip. Five years ago.
To celebrate I had an almost-stale lemon cupcake left over from Sebastian's party.
And while I normally don't feel as old as super old dirt, today I do.
That doesn't really have anything to do with the fact that I turned 31, and so am well 'in my 30s' now. It's because I woke up at 2:30 last night and couldn't go back to sleep because as I've said before, my brain is an asshole.
Today I am trying hard to keep my eyes open and at least pretend to have a small amount of energy to keep up with the wild heathens I call my children.
It's not working so well.
So if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lie down while the youngest is napping and the oldest is occupied by television.
As a consolation for me not writing anything even remotely funny or even possibly coherent, here's the post I wrote last year for my birthday.
I had a Cougar Party. It was magnificent. I'd love to have another party like that but we don't have a specific reason other than Chris graduating school in a month, but he says it's too much work to throw a party so he doesn't want to do it.
For being six months older than me, he's really old, you know?
(If you read this, Chris, I didn't mean it!)
(I totally did.)