Thirty Three Shenanigans
Tim’s taking me out for dinner at our favorite French restaurant (um, favorite non-France French restaurant – I love that I can say that). The last time we were there was about a year ago. We went to celebrate buying our tickets to go to Paris. Now Paris has come and gone (although I think about it all the time) and it seems like my birthday is a fitting time to frequent this lovely eatery again. Last time, there was steak. There were also escargots (not me, him). I haven’t had steak in a while. I think it’s time.
Oooh, maybe I’ll request some ice cream from Quenelle too… Mmmm favorite.
I refuse to work today, so I’m typing this on birthday eve, with the windows open to a most glorious spring day. I’m grateful for things like that – windows and a breeze. Our old apartment was very dark, so being in our new home feels very light and refreshing.
This year, as I turn 33, I’m thankful for the family and friends that I have been blessed to spend these years with. You know who you are… I love ya.