Well, this weekend I crossed bubble bath off the list. Of course, there will be no photos. So instead, you get a pick of me blowing out my birthday candles. That is right, I turned a year older last week. 37 years young. It is one of those odd ages like turning 20. You don't get to do anything, it isn't a milestone, it just sounds older. I don't feel older, so whatever 37...I think I am still 29 (sometimes 21 when I am feeling nostalgic).