There's something amazingly therapeutic about beating egg whites, don't you think?
I wrote a couple of completely dismal, self-pitying emails, I wondered if I was going crazy...and then...
I woke up Saturday morning....to find the hormonal haze had lifted and it was going to be a great day!
I lunched with these fabulous women
Upon my return, I announced to the landlord (who happened to be in the upstairs window) that it was my birthday so that I could graciously receive my birthday kisses from he and his wife.
I had dinner with more friends and partied until two am. I even took the liberty of taking a birthday extension (which I did announce on facebook....obviously feeling myself again) and went to the market and dined with more friends on Sunday night.
There was no announcement, no crown, no high heels...and it was still a great
day weekend. My mom's card this year said "behind every super woman is a great pair of shoes". This is what I ended up wearing this weekend....
and I still felt REGAL! Birthdays have a way of doing that. They're even stronger than wacked-out hormones.