Six Days and Counting
I had my first birthday recognition last night. My oldest friend got me a new journal with a cute little caption every few pages that read "I can't stop saying the F word", a book of thought provoking word problems, and she treated me to Hawthorne Lane for nibbles. Tuna tartare, lobster bisque, and pumpkin infused risotto with a pomegranate sauce. Turning twenty-nine may not be so bad after all.