Yep, today, 35 years ago, yours truly was born.
And my dad still doesn't know that I wasn't born on the 18th.
Maybe my "dad" wasn't there...
Anyway, I have little to say about this except that this has been the most depressing birthday by far. There were SO many things I had wanted to accomplish. Not that I really had a date in mind, but in my family if you make it to 35 - well - you're pretty much at the end of your life.
That said, Piglet and I are drooling over the mere idea of chocolate cake...yummy American style chocolate cake with loads of frosting.
And wine. Well, that's just me. Piglet is not so interested in the wine.
Because Father W. was also born in March and has granted me special dispensation for my birthday. Because he had whiskey on his birthday and a little Irish birdie told me that.
So I have special dispensation.
Facebook is evil. Or I am. One of those.
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