It’s my birthday, yo.
Breakfast at Honey’s (best chocolate chip pancakes, people! best!) has already been had. The plan for the remainder of the day is lounging and reading while D gets his work done, and then putting on my fancy new cat print dress and going out for fancy pizza and fancy dessert! (Photos to follow, obvs.) I prefer simple birthdays to all out craziness.
And if that photo is indicative of anything, it’s that I’ve been TOTALLY RIDICULOUS since the old days. And by old, I mean the late 70s.
What’s up, 33? Bring it.