I am a worrier.
Add to that 2 very long nights this weekend, throw in crazy 'wear green, get plastered and make out with strangers' day, and you have one tired, sore, worn out and sleepy Mr. Lady.
But today, oh today. Today I celebrated my birthday with those 5 fabulous people you hear so much about on ye ol' blog. We had lunch on the patio at 1, watched the kids bike-ride, chased the dog, got a little sun, drank some beer and totally unwound. I had the best goddamn birthday cake I have ever had, and thanks to my boys, who don't so much eat cake, I got to have A LOT of it.
Dude, I feel so much better. 6 days of crap? Whatever. I have the rest of my life with really great people that I love. I could get through 6 days of the Spice Girls.
Tomorrow, I apparently get to figure out why the Retropolitan keeps biting me.