Happy Birthday to Me

I must admit to feeling every one of my 32 years today, which might have something to do with a certain child's insistence on getting up at 5 a.m. (or EARLIER) every damn day of our recent trip to D.C., plus the twelve hours we spent getting home today.

However, it was a good birthday nonetheless, and a great trip.  More details and probably some pictures will be inflicted upon you later in the week.  So there's that to look forward to.

And now my birthday gift to myself: Going to bed at 8 p.m.

Yup.  32.  Definitely.