I shouldn't mention it, due to a lingering Birthday Curse, but today is my birthday. Don't ask a lady how old she is. Suffice to say: I am old.
I really do seem to have some sort of birthday curse, though. My great-aunt and namesake died on my 16th birthday. My boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me on my 21st. So much for celebratory milestones, right?
I had a miniature nervous breakdown on my 30th. I died my hair platinum blonde (which, admittedly, looked great), and got drunk at lunch...then went back to work drunk. No one really noticed, though, because at the time I worked as the bookkeeper for an Irish restaurant and bar where they were having a giant St. Patrick's Day party. Only time I ever did that.
For this birthday? Forget about it. We're just celebrating Taco Tuesday. Not even having .