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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

It's My Birthday

Well today is my birthday. I'm 32 and not afraid to tell everyone I see. My mom just called me for birthday wishes and I told her happy birthday, at least to her liver. She had a transplant 12 years ago, so I suppose it's like having a little brother whose birthday is also yours. You can't help but remember the date.
Anyhow, I've been up since 6am, got the Bear ready for school, roasted, ground & brewed coffee for the Husband, picked up the dry-cleaning, went to the gym and came home. I didn't expect my husband to have miraculously decorated the house while I was gone, but a "Happy Birthday" would have been nice. Three hours later, and I'm still waiting for him to put it together.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

IF you are still waiting, you might want to exhale. Bad joke - I know. It is still technically your birthday, so I am allowed to still say Happy BIRTHDAY!!! Wow - we are getting old! You love me... jenn splummers

noble pig said...

Well hey I'm no better...Happy Birthday 2 days late!

Anonymous said...

I did wish her a Happy Birthday after I got home from work.