Happy Birthday to me! Isn't it weird? I can remember my older sisters turning 23 and thinking how old and wise they were. On my birthday I went to class, and worked a double shift while sick. To be honest is wasn’t the best birthday iv’e ever had. (This is when my dad would say, “Welcome to real life!”.) But fortunately my mom came through! It didn't feel like my birthday at all until I came home to a big box with my name on it. Thanks so much mom! Love you!
Arn’t these awesome? Maybe I can convince Paul to wear his ears with me while we eat.
