This is the first time in the last three years that I’ve actually been home for my birthday/our anniversary (yes, they’re a day apart). Last year we were in New Jersey visiting my mother, and the year before that we were at Disney World (and Disney gave me a $75 gift card for my birthday. How awesome is that?). Things just didn’t work out to go anywhere this year, so I’m sitting at home working on my birthday. It’s all right, because the novel really needs working on (I haven’t looked at it in 4 days now). I finished my research and am ready to get back to writing.

The only bad thing about being home for my birthday is that I have to come up with a birthday list. When we’re elsewhere for my birthday, it’s easy to just say the trip itself is my birthday present, but now I actually have to come up with something.

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