Today I am 32. This is the last birthday I will spend as a childless weirdo, and I’m enjoying it to the max. I purchased some things that are sort of for the baby and sort of for me, for a great price, from a lady on craigslist. I plan to make something awesome out of it for the baby, that will later be disassembled and then be for me. Cryptic enough? I’ll write a post with pictures when I get around to creating the masterpiece.

I’m doing a load of laundry, even though I typically resolve to do not a stitch of housework on my birthday. It’s okay, though, because I’m only doing it so I can wear a specific article of clothing this evening for dinner.

I’ll be making a fantastically huge and awesome lasagna for said dinner, and I plan on posting the recipe soon. I’ve gotten past the nausea, and have been happily back in the kitchen. This lasagna has been a crowd pleaser for as long as I’ve been making it. It’s actually the first successful recipe I created, and I did it back when I was 19 and had no idea how to cook.

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