That's how old I am today!

To celebrate my getting, you know, old, my knees have both decided to get sore and cranky, making me hobble like the senior citizen I'm becoming.

Actually, I kept forgetting about my birthday all week long, to the point where I'd planned my workout schedule so that I'd go tonight. Which I can't, because of the sushi and hot tubbing Tim has planned for me. I'm more excited about the fish and hot water, but I must say that after the endorphin rush I got after my workout on Wednesday (which extended well into the day yesterday, actually) I no longer want to skip working out . I felt GREAT, hardly sore at all this week (aside from the knee thing today). Yay!

Tomorrow we're going up to the Montclair Bakery to buy my very fancy birthday cake (mainly because Tim's not sure he can hide the cake from his boss all day long and somehow his boss finding it would be a bad thing?), but I am making Tim hold a candle and sing me happy birthday so I can blow it out and make a birthday wish. Or does the candle have to be inserted into baked goods for the wish to work? I'm unclear on the technicalities. Perhaps I'll use a birthday brownie that my boss made for me today in lieu of a cake.

Anyway, it's my birthday! Whoot!