Today is my birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. I love celebrating getting old. You know what I asked my parents for? A sewing machine. Just call me Grandma. A while back my friend Kere posted about finding herself sitting at home crafting on a Friday night. Kere is married with two beautiful little girls so it made sense. But me? I thought to myself, HA!, that will never be me. But alas, it is. I emailed Leslie this picture last Friday with the caption, "OMG, I'm old. This is my Friday night!"
I felt a little better when Leslie responded that she was already in bed at 9:44 pm though.
Then today as I'm browsing around facebook waiting on more happy birthday messages to come in making me feel popular and loved by people who haven't seen me in years and could probably care less but feel like it's their mandatory duty to wish me a happy birthday because they see my name staring them in the face (hint, hint), I came across a friend suggestion. It was a name I haven't heard in 15 years. Since I babysat him when he was 3 years old. He's married. I babysat the kid when he was 3. THREE. Thank you, kid, for making me feel every one of my