It's my birthday tomorrow.

Sara and I have been talking about going to a Saints game for a while now, and we really just needed an excuse to go ahead and commit to it. So it was decided upon that we'd go on my birthday. And I'd teach her how baseball works, and then have her be bored during the actual inning part of the game and only be mildly entertained by whatever between-inning entertainment they provide. And then we'd eat hot dogs. This is supposed to be a great time.

And now it looks like it's going to rain all day tomorrow.

Fudge.

No one needs to wish me happy birthday. Just wish that it doesn't rain, and that'll suffice.

(You can wish me a general happy birthday too, but this is directly tied to my happiness, so... I've given you the chance to give the most specific birthday wish possible. Embrace it.)