Anyways, on that day so many moons ago, Pres took me out to a delicious al fresco lunch, we lounged with the dogs (and by lounged with the dogs, I mean were dragged along by the dogs while they chased approximately eighty-five deer and sniffed every blade of glass between here and Alaska because WOAH. Deer might have peed here. EVER.) at Valley Forge, and we had a quiet night at home involving Peach André (which, you will remember (from this post), fills me with bliss (and chemically altered fake peach champagne, but I try to ignore that, and generally (re: always) succeed). The next day I had a few graduate students over to my apartment, and we had a little party. With cake! And candles! It was awesome. [Sidenote: if you're looking for a good pound cake recipe, I made this one from Smitten Kitchen for the party, and it was a rousing success. Really. To die for.]
On the morning of my birthday, my friend Morgan (well, I met Morgan in college, but I've really gotten to know her recently from her blog, and now I totally feel like we're friends) wrote on my facebook wall that she hoped I felt celebrated on my birthday. And I have to say, I really did. So with that: thanks to everyone who made the day so wonderful, whether through a facebook wallpost, a card in the mail, an al fresco lunch, the gift of a camera that is far fancier than I am, a phone call, or an email. Thank you for making me feel celebrated.
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