On Wednesday, I turned thirty-and-a-half.
On Friday, Dowlan was officially unemployed one year.
Today is one year since Dixie's adoption was official.
When my thirtieth birthday party got preempted, I figured I'd wait and celebrate at thirty-and-a-half, but that got preempted by friends coming in from out of town and me working insane hours. I'd always intended to have an adoption party for Dixie, but we just got too busy, and for the same reasons as why I'm not having a party either.
But I woke up this morning in a clean house feeling good and have decided that it's time to party.
So if you live anywhere near me and know me enough to know where I live (or know how to figure it out) show up tonight around five or six and we'll eat pizza and let the kids play.