32

My sister says I don't look 32, and sisters never lie, so it must be true. The number change came a bit quickly, though - it seemed to take forever to get to 30, and then I blinked, and I'm already 32.

Still, not a bad day all around - I managed to miss the traffic hold ups for the triathalon being held near hear, though I do hope my co-workers who participated did well, and I also missed all the people stumbling home drunk from Wine in the Woods. One of these years when the Preakness lands exactly on my birthday, I'll dress up all posh, including hat and matching purse, and go and bet on the horses for the day. I've got a friend who can get me into one of the swanky boxes.

I slept in, had a nice brunch, which I actually made, rather than pouring things out of boxes, and then I went to see Hot Fuzz finally. I'm not one for cop movies (I've just glanced at my DVD collection, and I don't own even one cop movie), but I had seen Shaun of the Dead recently, which was weirdly funny, if a zombie movie can be funny, and I guess it can be if the British get their hands on it, and the same two actors/writers made Hot Fuzz, so I thought broadening my horizons by going to see a funny British cop movie would be good for me. It was definitely better than I expected, so it just may end up in my DVD collection. Banner day.

Someone had told me the weather was going to be yucky today, but it wasn't, so I took the dog for an extra-long evening walk, and came back to find that my mom had called and sung "Happy Birthday" on my voice mail. And did I mention that my grandmother had sent me the traditional five bucks? Gotta love her - everyone in the family gets five bucks from her on their birthday, even my dad, and he's 52. Now if only Aunt Mary were still alive to send me a huge pack of LifeSavers wrapped in tissue paper...