What a satisfying date.

It was my birthday yesterday. I am officially 31. It’s the first birthday in a long, long time I came into with no expectations. So, I was pleasantly surprised when my husband got a cake and my four year old threatened to make breakfast in bed and my grandmother took me to Bertucci’s.

My sponsee even called. It was really a very sweet day.

Being 31 feels somehow much older than 30 did to 29, even though maybe the opposite should be true. I feel like I can vote now. I’ve been able to vote for a long time, but just haven’t felt ready. Now I’m ready. When do we vote? Oh.

Shucks.