...I had a birthday. A big, scary one. I had a great day, but I still have a bit of a problem with that nasty number. As I said somewhere else online, for the most part I'm ok with that mostly groovy, cool woman in my mirror...but sometimes she just really rattles my cage.
This is the age of 60:
And this is my baby, exactly half my age, at 30:
After the Candy Cottage chocolate frenzy we went for lunch, and then we had pie. Well, she had pie; I had a cherry tart. Which is all ok because we had salad for lunch. Which cancels out the sugar. Right? Right. And, anyway, we cut the sweets up, which releases the calories and voids them. So it's all good.
A beautiful day, any way you slice it