It’s been a long week of birthdaying, and I am thoroughly exhausted, despite having missed two of the birthdays in question (mainly due to the other four). But it’s been a good week of birthdaying: when I got home tonight, I was wearing a curtain tie as a garter. I call that a sign of a good party.
And it’s not even my birthday yet. Which makes me just the tiniest bit terrified. There’s been talk of a unicorn piñata, people. Be afraid.