Well, midnight has come and gone, so I'm officially 33. I love birthdays, usually. Love the gifts, love the attention, love the whole thing.
But 33 is a bit of an awkward age, isn't it? I'm probably out of my early thirties and onto my mid thirties, and I can't say I'm happy about that. Maybe that's why we got a new drier and I got a new desk.
If I were a Christian, being the same age Jesus was when he died would have probably been meaningful. But I'm not. So… not so much
In any case, Happy Birthday To ME!