I'm feeling embarrassingly selfish today. You see, it's my birthday. So it's okay. I've got quite the weekend planned. 36 hours of hanging out with my bestie. No kids. No husbands. Befriending people at the watering hole, getting ink done, putting cucumbers on our eyes. Hell, who knows what could happen.
Here's a repeat pic of a favorite birthday memory. Celebrating on the lawn of the titty pink house circa, methinks, 1980. How 'bout that dress?
Today, I've officially been an "adult" for half of my life. Where did the time go? Hell if I know.
Have a great day, yourselves. The ice cream cake's on me.