Is it my time of the year again already?! Why, yes, it is! Most women don’t usually declare how old they turn on their birthdays, but I’m always perfectly honest about how old I am. (Usually because I have this sinking feeling I won’t get away with lying about my age! :D)
I’m 31 this year, not that I really mind. It’s been quite a year for me, what with my brother being ordained to the priesthood the day before my 30th birthday, my sister graduating from high school, and all that.
All I can say about myself is this: I’m Midge…
…baker of cookies and other sweet treats;
…author of tales and many an essay;
…technical writer from hell;
…patroness of cats;
…certified J-rock junkie;
…plump-as-a-partridge cook and food blogger.
That’s who I am – and, after so many befuddled years, I can say that I’m proud of myself.
Now, have a laugh with me: