So long twenties...

Birthday dinner with my BFF

 Well, I've finally crossed over into my 30s.  I was sort of dreading it, which is so dumb.  After all, every day is a gift...

On the morning of my birthday, I woke up at 7:07.  I was supposed to be on the road at 7:15.  I needed to take a quick shower...but I discovered there was no hot water.  Somebody apparently flipped off the emergency oil burner switch at some point the day before, which I didn't even think to check.  Instead, I washed my air with icicle water and made a mad dash to get me and the kids out the door.

I drove to Stamford without hitting traffic (miraculous) and even had enough time to put on my make-up in the car.  The witness didn't show up for the deposition, so I was in and out within a half hour.  I grabbed some Dunkin' Donuts and made a quick decision to stop at Children's Place to check out a sale.  When I got back to my car after shopping, it wouldn't start.  It was completely dead.

I called roadside assistance and proceeded to fry in the parking lot for an hour while waiting for him to show up with jumper cables.  I was thanking my lucky stars at that point that I decided to wear a dress that morning and that I sprung for the iced coffee.  It was balls hot out...absolutely sweltering.  By the time he got there, I was dripping with sweat and looked like a damn hot mess.

It took him eight seconds to pop the hood and discover a loose battery terminal.  He literally jiggled the thing for a nanosecond and my car started again.  I felt like a dumbass.  On the bright side, at least it wasn't something serious, as it usually is when my car is broken.  This time my wallet remained unscathed, so my luck wasn't totally bad.

We celebrated with a toasted almond ice cream cake...my favorite!!  And no birthday celebration is ever complete without a tiara.