Birthday

Wednesday was my birthday. I told N that I wanted to stop having them, but the universe appears not to care what I want. This last year was the fastest of my life, and my mom says they only get faster. That's hella scary.* I think that it's because of my goddaughter. She just turned one. And since I don't have my own kids, she's the one speeding up my life.

So on Wednesday I took the day off, because it's a family policy not to work on our birthdays. I slept in, we had some fun, then N took me to IHOP for chocolate chip pancakes. They also give you a free sundae on your birthday, which I didn't know, so it was a seriously fattening birthday breakfast, but yummy. Then we went to Year One. I was super excited about it, but it didn't really live up to it. It only got 17% on Rotten Tomatoes, but I wouldn't say it was quite that bad. Michael Cera was funny, and Olivia Wilde was hot, so it all evened out.

For dinner we went to Old Spaghetti Factory, and then we went to the Twins game. I was pissed that I was forced to see the Yankees, but it's always fun to see my boys. So overall, a great day.

And then I had to work my butt off for two days, and here I am. So excited for the weekend. We don't have much planned, which is perfect. We came home today and cleaned the house, so we can relax all weekend and not have to worry about it. And now I am writing a boring blog. Blah! Anyway, happy birthday to me!







*Yeah, I said hella.