Today, I turned 31. It sounds gross. 30? I was okay with. 31? No. It just sounds like a shitty comedy movie. Like, anything starring Tom Green.

Anyway, yesterday I went shopping for new work clothes for fall and spent an ungodly amount of money. I was anticipating getting some money from the folks (thanks, by the way!) and then just spent like, twice that. Whoops. But it’s all cool. I found a kick-ass dress at Nordstrom Rack for $25, amongst other things. (Ann Taylor Loft? I should own shares in their company by now.)

Then today at lunch, heated by my apparently nuclear temperature mac and cheese from Panera – a pad of butter pretty much sprayed all over my lap. And my new $25 dress.

All I’ve been able to smell is butter. Since noon today. (It’s nearly 6pm.)

Birthday and Butter – 1, Jenna – 0.