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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.


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.