Last year I celebrated my birthday in Paris.
And the year before that? I couldn’t remember–so I sifted through my photos to discover that my husband had taken me out to a Very Nice Dinner in San Francisco.
The year before that, we went to Vegas.
Dudes and dudettes: my 35th birthday is coming up. What to do, what to do…
I always thought my 35th would be a Big Deal to me. But now that it is nearly upon me–I realize I don’t want to really celebrate my birthday anymore. I don’t want to get older.