Most of July
I’ve been meaning to write a new blog post for awhile, but I’ve been spending all of my writing time working on the book I am writing. I don’t think I have mentioned the book I am currently working on yet, but it is a personal story for me that I am fictionalizing to make it easier for me to write.
35
It is my birthday. I turned 35-years-old. Yikes. I guess that is better than the alternative.
I still don’t even feel like I am a real adult, so it seems crazy. 40 is only 5 years away.
Birthday Cakes
It was a few days before my birthday a couple of years ago.
I had started a tradition of getting my birthday cake from my favorite local bakery, Uncle Mike’s Bake Shoppe.
In past years, I was able to order my cake online. I would even be able to add how I wanted the cake to be decorated and what I wanted it to say. Usually just some flowers and, “Happy Birthday Hilary!”.
It is my birthday.
Today is my birthday. I turned 34 years old.
It’s a bit of a weird birthday, due to COVID-19. I can’t really leave the house, unless I want to go work at our store or take our dog, Charlie, on a walk.
I plan my life out a day at a time, so my posting schedule can be erratic.
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