I smell like a monkey, and I act like one, too

Today is the day. I am now officially 32. But I've already had two people tell me I don't look 32, so that was fabulous. Of course, they also both mentioned that I don't act 32 either, but I'm still going to take that as a compliment. Heh. J's birthday present to me is getting a remote starter installed in my car. I tried to convince him that emeralds are just as practical as a car starter, but he didn't seem to go for it. Men. But he's taking me out to dinner tonight, and I fully intend to drag him into a store to buy me a necklace after dessert. That's how I roll.

And the boss is back. She brought in croissants to soften us up, I think. But no amount of pastry will get me to lower my defenses. I will not fall for the old Trojan scone trick!