I Had A Lovely Birthday

For my 35th, I wanted to do something wild and crazy, and got a brazilian wax. This year was a little more tame. Peter made me an ooey gooey chocolate cake, took me out to a really nice Italian restaurant for dinner, and got me a Chapters gift card and the Desperate Housewives cookbook. It has some great looking recipes in it.
I don't mind being 36, though I swear, mentally I haven't changed since I was 12. But it occurred to me last night that in four years I would celebrating my 40th. That was weird.