Here’s my annual birthday selfie, so that one day you can put together a flip book of me slowly dying.
I’m 38! Which is good because think I usually accidentally tell people I’m 38 anyway. I’m too tired to remember what I accomplished this year, but that’s probably a good sign. Thanks for the birthday wishes - last night I was the last person on earth to watch the Mr. Rogers documentary, and now I want to hug everyone and tell them I like them just the way they are - even more than usual.