So I turned 32. And luckily, I was too busy, stressed out and crazed to care. Last year, I was pretty traumatized by entering my thirties. Actually turning 30 held no power over me, but somehow, 31 was like this asshole looming on the horizon.
And now I am 32. Which, really, feel no older than 31. And like I said, no feeling about it.
But as I continue to remind you lovely, patient readers, I had a pretty scary year and I felt the need to celebrate. But not just celebrate me and my day; what I really wanted to do was celebrate my frienships.
So I thought to myself, "I should do something to toast to our continuing good health." And to that end, I threw a supremely health conscious festivity...
For example, I provided nutritious snacks:
And I also provided beverages rife with vitamins and valuable minerals:
And of course, a calcium-rich main course, because it does your body good:
I think my friends were really grateful for a new spin on Saturday night partying.