They say it's my birthday!

Today I am 31. It's a little bit hard to process, actually, but I'm more or less okay with it. Later this year, my mother turns 50, meaning that for over a year we have overlapped in the most important TV-watching demographic. Which in turn doesn't mean much, I guess.

Since Paul had his wisdom teeth removed on Monday, we're not going to do much tonight. I mean, he's still eating pudding and ice cream for every meal. This weekend we're hanging around at In Fine Spirits for awhile on Friday and having people stop by when they can for a drink--everyone gets so busy in Chicago summers and I left the planning too late to really plan a big party. I'm rather looking forward to this birthday approach, though, which should be nicely laid back.

I need to post for you all the pictures of Paul and I doing the Great Urban Race, which we ran last Saturday. So fun! And we learned a lesson, that the crab walk and the wheelbarrow are way tougher than you remember them from elementary school P.E.