A Birthday Post: 31 – ALREADY?!?

 

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;

…die-hard Gackt-a-holic;

…rampaging foodie;

…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: