Marching into Decade 3

Okay, I couldn't think of an apt title for ringing in the glorious month of March. I love this month. Yeah, it's my birthday month, but it always just feels right. I like the sound of it, I like the way it looks, I like spelling it (unlike February, which I still always second-guess). It means spring, it means springing forward (daylight savings is ending or starting or whatever the hell- all I know is that I get to drive home with the sun up!!), it means birth and renewal and St. Patrick's Day. It's here!

Count down to 30- now I have 26 days. I'm excited. I feel like I'm ready.

Today, I was on the uber side of responsible, I think to make up for the yin-yang state of being blacked-out/hungover all weekend in San Francisco. I got traction on a bunch of cases at work, broke in new high-heel booties, had an annual eye exam after work (prescription was reduced in one eye!!), and did my reading for my new class tomorrow-while taking breaks to do laundry. Hot damn, right? Balance in life appears to be important, and natural. This weekend was ridiculous, and it was spent with women of 5 different decades- me (still 20s, barely, hey it counts!); my family friend Sheri (30s); her good friend (40s); my mama (50s) and aunt Barb (60s- unbelievable). You know what's fun about parting with your mom? She thinks it's adorable when you get so drunk that you tell the cab driver you trust him more than your father.

Num num num

The point of the trip was to have some quality girl time, and we certainly delivered, SF Mardi Gras style. Sheri is actually on her way to the Big Easy this week, to meet up with my Canjun step-family. This got her in the mood, to say the least.

I look confused, but yeay for everyone else looking fab!

Cheers to good genes, and happy March everyone!