I turned 36 on Tuesday. It’s not a big birthday or anything, so I spent the morning watching The West Wing and eating peanut butter cups, which—believe it or not—isn’t the way I normally act on a Tuesday.

As it was Election Day, I did take some time out of my busy Netflix-streaming schedule to study the gazillion propositions on the local ballot. That afternoon, my mom and I walked (I use this term very loosely) over to a garage in our neighborhood so I could do my civic duty. They had a low booth for people in wheelchairs, and I mostly ignored my struggling hands as I connected arrows on 7 pages. I love to vote. I love the sticker they give you. I’m totally serious about this.

The night before my birthday, Scarlett was beside herself with excitement. “Your present is a Bandwagon shirt!” she screamed. “IT’S PURPLE!” Bandwagon is the name of the company my sister and her husband run, and this was a great gift because I’m always trying to figure out how I can be more involved in their business without actually doing any work. Wearing the uniform is the perfect solution. Read More>