Not that she ever went anywhere.
Happy belated birthday to me.
I'm now THIRTY-ONE, guys. And I'm mostly pretty totally okay with it.
In somewhat-related news, John Stamos just turned 51. Sadly, I still don't know his anti-aging secrets.
Whose blood* are you drinking, John? Tell me, before it's too late!
*Please don't let it be blood. Please say "red wine."