This morning I woke up and jumped out of bed. I ran over to check the calendar on the wall. Sure enough, today is January 30th. I forgot to call my sister on her 23rd birthday! FUCK! It was still before 10 a.m. and I knew she wouldn’t be awake yet because she had told me about plans to go to the bar. I finally called her at around 12:30 and of course she gave me the shit. Good thing she was just giving me a hard time and said it was no big deal. Phew! I guess I’m not the only one who doesn’t care about birthdays anymore. We get older every day of the year, not just one.

So in Heather’s honor, I’m baking brownies right now. When we used to live together, she used to bake and cook for me, so I figured I’d celebrate her birthday on my own. Or maybe that’s just an excuse so that I don’t feel all weird about baking. Either way…they are going to be good!