i pretty much totally and completely dreaded my birthday. and, followed by an unfortunate work-trip to chicago for two days the whole week was pretty much shot as is. chicago is really gorgeous, though. there’s never been a time that i’ve been out there that i haven’t thought it was absolutely amazing.
maybe it really is? or, you know, maybe my absolute abhorrence for all things new england makes it seem sparkling fantastic by comparison.
who knows?
for my birthday, there were surprises and delicious foods. it was more than i would have expected or imagined. in fact, my birthday evening was probably one of the best.
cuchi cuchi is magical, really. magical and delicious, but not like lucky charms — which are actually revoltingly gross.
