In the last remaining hours of my thirties, I am doing irresponsible things like blogging at work. Please forgive me, work. I am still a tender young thing. I am also wearing pink striped socks, which are totally inappropriate.
Tomorrow I'll be crossing the line. Me and my birthday-mate Sherman Alexie. Happy birthday, Sherman, and have a great reading tonight at the New Yorker fest! I won't be there, I was too slow to get tickets.
This weekend I celebrate by eating french toast at the diner, then going to the movies, probably The Science of Sleep. And hugging my incredible Brooklyn family. Especially that cute guy I married.
4 comments:
Happy, happy birthday! I'm in a countdown to 39--I have three weeks left.
Thanks, guys! So far, my forties rock.
Happy belated birthday! I'm obviously behind in my blog reading.
Late too, but happy birthday Anne!
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