Okay, if this is the tenth year in a row that I turned 26, that makes me 36 years old.

I had a very pleasant birthday. I spent it the way I wanted to... busy with work.

I got Philip to cut my hair into a "faux-hawk" like some adorable kids (or crones trying to recapture their youth) are doing these days. We then dressed and had dinner at Muriel's, courtesy of Philip's mom.