Ahhhhhhhh....done. And a year older.

The Distance Between Us is done and revised. Thank fuck.

And...just in time for my birthday! I am, as Scarlett so eloquently put it, one year closer to the grave, and have one year remaining before Dirty Thirty. Scary, isn't it? I suppose I should get around to maturing at some point, but, meh, why bother? I've gotten this far with the maturity of a third grader. If it ain't broke...

For my birthday, my husband, being the lovely man he is, gave me a gift card for iTunes (so I could pre-order the new 30 Seconds to Mars album, which is going to kick some serious ass if Kings and Queens is any indication), but he also went a step further and got me something wicked cool.

In fact, it's quite possibly the coolest birthday gift in the history of ever.

He got me...

...real estate in the 2nd Circle of Hell.

Yes. That's right.

My husband bought me my own place in hell.

Who says romance is dead? Back off, ladies, this man is taken.