Happy birthday to me. I guess?
I like other people's birthdays much more than I like my own. At least when I'm in this town with literally nothing to do and no one to see.
And Mom is in Chapel Hill for the night because she has big medical tests first thing in the morning, so it's just me and the dogs, TV, and a glass of honey whiskey.
The one upside to the day is that I have gotten a lot of texts and messages from wonderful people and FaceTimes with my two favorite soccer boys, so the day could be a lot worse. I'm definitely very loved.
Truth be told, I don't mind having the house to myself. I get to blast my music as loudly as I want to. :)
Here's to another year. Let's get it!