Happy birthday to me Wow. 31 doesn't feel too bad. Not too bad at all. Yesterday, someone brought a cake to work and so everyone felt it their duty to ask how old I was. After a while I just started saying 29. But I couldn't do it with a straight face. I mean, who cares. I like 31. Granted I haven't been 31 for very long, but it seems nice and respectable. And you know what makes it even better? A 1:45 pedicure. Oh happy day.