Monday marked my 31st birthday. Woo. Hoo.
It was uneventful for the most part. My relaxing evening was interrupted by multiple phone calls, which people who know me know I absolutely despise. The ones (I should say “one”) wishing me a happy birthday were okay, though. Social networking definitely won out for the preferred method of birthday well wishing.
Nick and I were going to go to the Red Lobster for dinner, but his softball game conflicted with it, so I took a rain check. Then I babysat Charlie. That was okay. She slept the whole time, and I managed to get a bit of reading done. For those of you interested, I had a late dinner of Pizza Rolls and wine, but it was the gross wine from the bottom of the bottle, all thick and nasty. I’ll have to remember to shake it up next time.
I think I’m just bummed because for the first time in three years, my birthday wasn’t marked by MSD’s Dive Fest. Even though I don’t have much drive to dive in MN during the summer, I still looked forward to the weekend. That’s okay, though, cuz I still got two doses of the cklahrs over the weekend.
So I guess I’m officially over 30. At least I don’t have children.