full of strange oaths

we lost the battle with the sweat and swelter. we gave in to temptation and flipped the air conditioner to her onward position. trivoli's bank boasted the temperature to be 107 degrees the day before yesterday. it was time. we were hot and crabby. amazingly, the world is a few shades rosier when it's not so darned hot in the house. we woke early (of course) friday morning feeling cold (not cool), cold and shivery. i was giddy and laughing and leapt to the closet for a wooly sweater. it was a good dawn of the new decade, friday being my birthday and the day on which i left my roaring twenties behind me.

GOSH. this girl is thirty. i don't feel any differently than i did on thursday night. i have a new hair color due to the unfortunate distraction of the internet as i sat conducting important research with my hair soaking in the colors, forgetting to watch for the twenty-five minute mark. i have new books, i have cool new stuff from a chicago-land shopping trip taken saturday. i have a new appreciation for the handiwork of the Creator after a fascinating trip to body worlds on saturday morning. and yet i feel no older than i am. my real age, according to the calculator, is 24, but that is because do not smoke and do not sit on my duff eating cupcakes all day long. perhaps when my "real age" turns thirty i'll feel it?

birthday skirted feet.

birthday meat.

celabrators.

locale.


"the time of life is short!" hotspur