So, I’m thirty. Today.
“Drew Barrymore just turned thirty,” stee says from across the breakfast table. He’s got that tone — hesitantly trying to cheer me up.
That’s how many people have approached me over the past week. “Soo…” they start. “Someone has a birthday…?”
Like they expect me to stop them in the middle of their sentence. “Birthdays are cancelled!” Continue reading
“Wake up, Liz!”
“Unh.”
“Happy Aspen!”
“Happy Aspen to you.”
“It’s like Christmas for Funny!”
“I’m Jewish.”
The presents are arriving. I cannot tell from their exteriors if they are for the wedding or Christmas, so I’m just assuming everything is a wedding gift and we’re putting them aside to open after the wedding.
It’s been eighty degrees around here lately, and the weather combined with all the upcoming festivities, it sort of feels like Christmas has been cancelled this year. I’m okay with that; I couldn’t possibly afford both events in one week. Continue reading