I turned 26 six days ago, which I suppose is a rather incredible feat given my uncanny ability to injure myself on a daily basis (plus I never remember to take my vitamins). But here I am. Hip, hip, hooray!
I spent my birthday with my dearest friend at the world’s largest arcade (oh yes). I played lots of skee ball and obscure classic games, and had an absolutely incredible day.
Anyway. Now that the day is past, I’ve scanned a few of my birthday favourites from my mother’s old collection of greeting cards. These were all given to her as a child, circa late 1950s-1960s. The whole lot, mostly valentines, is actually in rather pristine condition. My father found them a year or so ago and gave them to me.
And that’s that.
Happy day, folks.