Another Trip Around the Sun

Saturday was my birthday. Birthdays are always a let down. While the individual sees this day as the should be holiday, everyone else considers it another day to pick up dry cleaning or do laundry. I'm convinced more hearts are broken on birthdays than Valentine's. At least the majority of the population peps up for that cupid babies in diapers day. You only get the true friends to set aside themselves and whatever superficial plans they had for the evening to come out and buy you a drink. So, on that note, thank you to the few folks who went out of there way to make my number 24 extra memorable. I'll be your number one birthday fan when your day comes around - especially my husband and a special friend in Austin.