I am now officially on the older half of my 30s. I passed the 35 hump on Thursday, while on a business trip in Battle Creek, MI. My mother, who loves to celebrate birthdays, insisted that we go out for dinner on Friday night.
MOM: "You didn't get to celebrate your birthday at all!"
KK: "What do you mean? I had margaritas and nachos in the Detroit airport!"
(I'm semi-kidding here...the nachos were actually pretty good...)
So my "birthday" weekend consisted of dinner with my parents that included yummy martinis, changing over my closet to my spring and summer clothes, painting the trim in the bathroom (do I know how to live it up, or what?), and brunch at the Cheesecake Factory (have you had their brunch? It's to die). And I don't want to forgot the joint trip to the grocery store (Mr. KK really knows the way to my heart).
But perhaps this photo really captures the excitement of the weekend:
(Apparently when you turn 36 you start needing lots of naps. At least that's what the puppies said.)