It’s my birthday month. Yes, I said month. Because don’t we all deserve to celebrate ourselves for longer than just a day (to say nothing of trying to milk a little extra attention and adornment)?
You’d think the fact that it’s my birthday month would woo most people into treating me with a smidge more TLC. I’m forty now, after all. I’ve put in some tough days over the past decade weeding out mean people in my life. My circle is largely “mean-free.