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My Dress Has Pockets and Pockets Are For Candy or Happy Birthday to ME

My Dress Has Pockets and Pockets Are For Candy or Happy Birthday to ME

I’m 36.  I don’t know how this happened.  I was in my prime and then BAM!  36.

I’m going to roll with it.  It can’t be that bad.  I mean, sure, things are starting to slide downhill.  I have the foot pain.  I’m always tired.  I would rather stay in and knit than go out and socialize.  Ha! Who am I kidding?!  That happened waaaaay before 36.

Vince took me out for KFC (Korean Fried Chicken) at Fat Bao.  They’re a great little spot, but this was the first time having their fried chicken.  It was glorious.  After Fat Bao we stopped by his sister’s house.  She wanted to get me a cake.  She was still out getting that cake when we got there.  We had to wait for an hour for her to show up with the cake.  It’s the thought that counts.  In all fairness, the cake was amazing!!

So here’s to another year of me.  I want to check in next year and say that I was forgiving of my shortcomings and that I was patient with myself.  I want to treat myself with the same love and compassion that I would express to a friend.  That’s my birthday resolution.  I’ll keep you posted!



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