Happy Birthday to me?

I'm just about a week away from turning the big 2-7, and I'm desperately trying to convince myself that I'm not too horribly old, that those aren't really faint wrinkles, and that a husband, a mortgage, and 2 dogs does not make me my mother...

Then I run into a former student of mine. Drinking at a bar. Legally.



Shit.

Crack is your fiend?

My parents are coming into town today to see our new house.

So I did what any logical girl would do...

I ran around and cleaned like a freakin meth addict.

What?  Like you've never lint roller-ed your couch??