T-26 Days

In all of the moving-ness, I've forgotten to trumpet my upcoming birthday.

I've grown increasingly fascinated with my birthday as the years have progressed, and the authoritarian deathgrip it affords on those I love. I suspect that every would-be dictator begins on this same slippery slope - first I demand a day, then a week, then (heaven help us all) a month.

Truly, though, my birthday is amazing. My mother was in labor on Labor Day. Come on!

So, please be prepared. I'm not certain what form my tyrannical reign will take this year, but I'm hoping it will involve cratorious lakes or ipods.