My birthday was on Sunday. I had a lovely weekend mixed with both fun activity and time at home to read and nap with cats.
I played miniature golf at the Mall of America with friends and then got to have dinner with other friends and play games. And my sister Holly made grilled cheese sandwiches (a favorite) for my birthday. And I read. And I napped. And did laundry. And grew ever so slightly older.
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Happy Birthday. Sounds like a good birthday except for the laundry part.
Love Dan.
Where will we go for your after Birthday lunch? Just think...in 4 short years you will be 40 years old. Sometimes it takes four years to adjust to that idea. LMBO
That's like Libby being about five years old before I admitted I was pregnant with her. You were kind of a surprise too. Both of you turned into wonderful surprises and you gals still surprise me sometimes.
Knock it off. I'm getting too old for surprises.
And when you think of being 40...just think that it will mean that I will have four kids in their40's. Uffda Mae!!!
Happy Birthday yet again my sweet. One can never hear too many Happy Birthdays from their Mom, right?
love U, Mom
Dan, I actually did the laundry early Saturday morning...so far enough away from my birthday that it shouldn't count as cleaning on my special day.
Mom. Not FUNNY. I'm having a hard enough time to turning 36...especially when I spent several months erroneously thinking I was going to turn 35. By the way, thanks for correcting me on that. Always good to know ones real age. sigh.
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