Yesterday was my birthday. I treated myself to a bag of Reese's mini peanut butter cups, let my kids watch too much TV so I could keep the active parenting to a minimum, Andrew made mexican and margaritas for dinner, and I got tickets to see Wicked when it comes to Boston in September! It was a pretty good day considering it wasn't even a "big" birthday. For a few hours I thought I had turned 33 and then I realized that I'm only 32! What a day!
I've wanted to see Wicked for years and years and I'm so excited that we are finally going. Is it wrong that I'm already thinking about what to wear? Probably.
I wasn't accepted in the lottery to run Falmouth, but Andrew was. That was.... disappointing to say the least. I've stopped pushing pins into vodoo dolls resembling race officials, but I can't say I wouldn't trip one on purpose if given the opportunity. Not getting in has pushed me to finally bite the half marathon bullet. I haven't actually signed up yet, but plans are in the works.
Hopefully I'll be in Harwich in the fall!
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