Is today. I'm generally not a birthday person, because I think the wrong person gets celebrated. I didn't shoot something the size of a waterman out of something the size of a kiwi. My mom did. Thanks Mama Grace. I supposed I deserve some credit for STAYING alive, which I have managed to do. But that's not really the holiday.
Anyway. It's my birthday. I'm going to go walk the dog, then go buy some new sunglasses, a new sexy bra, and a bottle of champagne.
Then I am going to come home and drink my bottle of champagne while wearing only my new sunglasses and sexy bra and watch Law and Order Marathons.
Then I shall do some laundry.
OOOOH and if any of you care, I am no longer a sparkly blonde. I am a very light shade of brown. I mean, in some lights, it's still totally blonde. But it's really not. I think Grace just needed an upgrade.