Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang Happy Birthday.

Am I really 27 years old today? Really? Honest to goodness you aren't pulling my leg-- I'm past the age of 21?--because sometimes I forget when someone asks my age and I tell them "21 can't you tell???" in a pleading please don't tell me that your checking out the rings around my thighs as an indication of my age. I'm finding it hard to believe that I'm a mere 3 years away from the Hill. Sheesh. Twenty-seven, here I am.