Today is my birthday. I feel old. Doesn't it seem like the more birthdays you have the less they matter? Today was just another day. Just a day spent driving a long ribbon of highway, weaving in and out of traffic, praying a cop didn't spot me. A day spent pacifying the children, tending their needs, trying to keep Cashman under control and Sugarbaby from going crazy. Just another day, just a number larger than the one before. One more year closer to thirty.
For now I am exhausted, my brain too drained to think of anything entertaining or magnificent to share with you. Maybe the holiday will bring some appropriate blog fodder what with the mingling of relatives and the inevitable chaos that brings. To you and yours, have a good one.