I Am Twenty-nine
Today is my birthday; I am twenty-nine. Last night, Stacey and I stayed up until midnight so I could open my presents and cards on the actual day of celebration. Most years I just open the cards as they come in the mail, but this year, saving them until today seemed like the thing to do.
Tonight, Stacey is taking me out to dinner, unless I don't figure out where I want to go, in which case, probably not. Happily, I don't think I'll have a great deal of difficulty choosing a restaurant from the bounty of Los Angeles cuisine.
Happy Birthday, me!
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