Who DOESN'T like waking up to Bon Jovi?
I have more to say on the subject, but heyguesswhat. I turned 35 on the 4th of July. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. Also? THIRTY-FIVE*. This is sort of a little bit amazing because I wasn't yet 30 when I started this blog.
Anyway. I basically spent the entire weekend enjoying fine food and then fine tacos, beer, cupcakes, wine, hot dogs and quite possibly some sour cream and onion potato chips. Because there was my birthday and a giant party that lasted sort of three days and Ish's family got me an iPad and what's not to celebrate?
Oh, well, two things, actually.
One: Eve woke up at 3:15 a.m. on Friday with a fever. She's never really been sick before, and when she was a blotchy, feverish mess in the middle of the night -- the night before we were to have a house full of people, naturally -- I was at a loss. What do you do? By 3:45 I was ready to send emails to everyone and say DO NOT COME TO OUR PLAGUED HOUSE, but Ish talked me off the ledge. Eve was cool and sleeping soundly 15 minutes after administering baby medicine and then by the time she woke up and the sun was shining (at all of 6 a.m.) I decided simply to email all guests who had children and warn them about the fevery baby.
Eve managed to enjoy herself over the weekend despite not feeling so great. But awwww. :(
Two: At some point on Saturday night? Sunday night? I decided to bust out some dance moves, including the Cabbage Patch. Which is how I pulled a muscle in my leg, quite dramatically. I spent the rest of the weekend hobbling.
Thus. I'm blogging this morning because, with all the salt, booze and carbs I injested over the weekend without exercising and with a noticeable Cabbage-Patch hobble, I managed to gain about six pounds.
Yeah. So we'll just call it a setback. Bon Jovi style.
P.S. I have never, ever, ever, ever, ever admitted online anywhere what I actually weigh. Do you care? Is this something that matters to you?
*I had to write it out there in order to make the ALL CAPS work. Otherwise all-capping "35" just looks like "#%".