Wanna come to my birthday party? The beach bonfire is SO happening. I IZ STOKED. Email me or comment here if you want me to send you the details of when and where. Would LOVE the opportunity to meet dear San Diego blog readers and friends-from-afar! Talk about a great birthday present. Wow. Cheers, Jenn

So you know you know you KNOW that my plan had been to wake up in Iceland—somehow, some way—on my upcoming 40th birthday.

For Christmas, I got luggage for Iceland, maps of Iceland, Icelandic necklaces (2), and an Iceland refrigerator magnet. I learned the Icelandic word for “forward” (“afram,” thanks, Stine!). I was ready to ride Icelandic ponies and eat fermented shark and skinny-dip in hotsprings.

Funny thing happened on the way to Iceland.

Iceland will have to wait. Don’t cry for me, Icelandia.

This birthday I will be waking up in a place I never thought much about, never had much of an urge to visit. I will need sunscreen instead of sweaters, sandals instead of Uggs.

Fate is steering me heavily south and seriously west. San Diego, here I come.

New post up at Work It, Mom!

I was brave.

I did a good thing.

I did. I did. Uh-huh.

You know you want to know.

No news, but it’s okay either way.

I done broke a leg, and that’s all that matters.