Yesterday was my birthday.
It did not go as I had hoped. Dmitri, David, and I laid on the sofa all day, thanks to the flu. Damon has avoided it thus far, and so he happily cruised the sofa smiling at us. We had to cancel our birthday date, obviously.
So twenty-two passed without much hoorah...I guess I could have stuck a candle in my bowl of applesauce. And I did use it as an excuse to get a Netflix free trial, so that opened up a lot of entertainment options, while I laid on the couch.
I kind of think that I should get a re-do. A birthday renovation or makeover.
Which is what I said last year, too, since I was 35 weeks pregnant on my 21st birthday.
Any fun ideas?
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