Today, I turn 32. I get to eat and drink whatever I want and not feel bad about it.
It’s weird to be 32. But I am lucky to be healthy (my mom just sent me this article, More young people are winding up in nursing homes, about a 26-year-old with old roommates! Well, my roommates are 61, but you know what I mean. Very sad!).
Anyway, it’s going to be a good day. I am writing 4 blog posts for Glamour, then driving my new car to get my hair done, then I don’t know, then having a nice happy hour with a few friends, my sister, and my very hot boyfriend. Whee!