Hmmmph

Today Robert asked me if I wanted to invite friends out to dinner in honor of my 30th birthday, which happens to be this Sunday. I told him "no" for a few reasons. Number one, I don't like reminding people of my birthday. I feel like I'm asking them to to wish me a happy birthday or buy me a present. I'd rather skip the reminders and make my friends feel guilty later when it comes up that they missed my birthday. I say all this because I'm good at remembering birthdays. I don't think it's too much to ask that the few people with whom I do occasionally socialize remember my birthday. Number two, I realize that I look like crap about 90% of the time and I am okay with this, since the only people who see much of me outside of work are my husband and my child. I manage to make myself presentable for work, but still show up most days in jeans. But let's face it. I haven't had a hair cut since June for my baby shower and I have only a limited number of clothes that fit me. I don't have much time to beautify myself. Hell, I don't have time to really write this right now with the squirming baby on my lap getting squirmier and squirmier by the second. Dinner with the husband and baby sounds fine to me. I think I'll go in jeans and a t-shirt. Seriously.

So yeah, 30. Jeez. And no, I'm not posting this to remind everyone. Just thinking aloud thank you very much.