I wanted a low key birthday since next weekend we are having a huge beach bash and things will inevitably turn into a shit show.
So I went to Zumba, got TWO iced coffees from Starbucks before 12, mani/pedis with the bestie, talked our way into the pool at Hotel Zaza, then fajitas and champers at the house. It was perfect.
You know what else is perfect? My gift:
what the WHAT? you’re actually chopsticks?
Last week I told Mica that my vision had been cloudy, and I was worried cause that could only mean one thing: I have glaucoma. In her legendary sensitivity, she gives me the following birthday card:
to the beach we go!