I'm officially thirty-three (with eleven days' experience), and I'll be honest: it doesn't feel any different than thirty-two. I don't feel like I'm in my thirties, guys, I really don't. I feel like I'm... I dunno... twenty-seven. Tops. But there was cake and presents and even a surprise dinner, so obviously it's true.
I used to be birthday-crazy.
It turns out that my parents had a surprise in store.
As if that wasn't amazing enough, George also had a surprise up his sleeve.
|This will have to do until the next time I see them.|