aging. it sucks.

Dudes, I'm old. Celebrated my 29th birthday on Friday. It wasn't a terribly exciting day, to be honest. The original plan was for Megan to take the kids during the day and deliver them to my mom later, where they would spend the night. That would have been 24 kid-free hours. It, of course, did not happen that way. Thanks to sick kids, neither of those things happened. Poor me. Some good things did happen, though. My mom took me out to eat at Rock Fish and then I treated myself to a little shopping in my favorite antique (read: junk) store. I found a beee-yoo-tiful vintage pitcher like this, except it is bright yellow. The going price for these suckers is about $60 to $80, but guess how much I paid for mine? $9.50. I feel sorta guilty, but I bought it anyway.

Also, I had several over-the-phone serenades. It was nice, but I have been watching too much Idol, cause I was all, "It was a little pitchy, dawg."
A nice surprise was that I got my package of gifts from seester. Included were some very cool earrings, some wicked magnets *, and this strange but cool car air freshener. She made me promise to hang it somewhere mom can see it. I complied, and now, everywhere I go, Obama is grinning creepily at me.

*seester, YOU get to explain to mom why the kids are running around yelling, "Bite Me!". I had to hide the "Go #%@ Yourself" one because they kept asking about it.