It’s my birthday today. I’m typing this on my iPad from an airport in Minneapolis. I’m 30. But I’ve felt 30 for years. By the time I was 23, I was married, had three kids, a mortgage and a son newly diagnosed with autism. All of my friends were older than me. Most by at least five years. You stop hanging out with people your age when you get married and hang out with people in the same stage of life. Which makes me kind of sad. All of my friends are going to die before me. That sounded sinister! Yay sinister! Anyways, I’m going to be in freaking Seattle for the next couple of days, and I know how much you give a damn about me….so I will update on my Mostly True Stuff Facebook page. Mostly with fantastically narcissistic pictures of myself from every possible angle. Just kidding, I won’t be doing much of that. I will post funny pranks…maybe… If nothing else, I get to party with the girls for a couple of days. Girls I miss, and will continue to miss as we have just found out we will be moving to Rhode Island for sure in the fall. I go now to eat a second lunch. Because it’s my birthday, dammit. I’m on instagram @mostlytruestuff. You should see the cat pics my sister in law’s little sister has been making me for my birthday. They’re truly remarkable.