So, I had a birthday. It was fabulous. As fabulous as your first 29th birthday can be, right?
Matt stepped up and ordered the mattress topper which has been bringing me (and by default, him, the cheater) comfort and a delightful night's sleep (as delightful as it can be to be waking up twice a night to feed a kid... don't get me started on that) ever since.
We had a sweet gift card for P.F. Chang's so we splurged on babysitting and dragged ourselves to dinner (with Lucas). Yum.
We also went to Borders where I picked up Stiff, as recommended by Shelah. So far, so good. Highly recommended.
Other than that, it was a highly uneventful birthday. I'm fairly certain that's what happens when you get old. No one brings you Dora balloons or the like, for which you're immensely grateful.
29's not so bad. So far. Oh! Note the new glasses. Loving them.
Matt also went all out and ordered me a fancy bakery cake from the Cake Lady.
It was Almond Brandy flavored. My mother would have died on the spot. She loves alcohol in her baked goods. Shh... She's a righteous Mormon lady, don't tell.
And Melinda, my friend who has been to Target with me more times than my husband. She picked this up for me.
I've been dying for this platter for well over a year. I have picture plans for it. You'll have to wait and see.
I have more pictures to post... but they'll have to wait for another day since this post is all about me. Neener, neener. Yes, 29 is mature.
Matt stepped up and ordered the mattress topper which has been bringing me (and by default, him, the cheater) comfort and a delightful night's sleep (as delightful as it can be to be waking up twice a night to feed a kid... don't get me started on that) ever since.
We had a sweet gift card for P.F. Chang's so we splurged on babysitting and dragged ourselves to dinner (with Lucas). Yum.
We also went to Borders where I picked up Stiff, as recommended by Shelah. So far, so good. Highly recommended.
Other than that, it was a highly uneventful birthday. I'm fairly certain that's what happens when you get old. No one brings you Dora balloons or the like, for which you're immensely grateful.
29's not so bad. So far. Oh! Note the new glasses. Loving them.
Matt also went all out and ordered me a fancy bakery cake from the Cake Lady.
It was Almond Brandy flavored. My mother would have died on the spot. She loves alcohol in her baked goods. Shh... She's a righteous Mormon lady, don't tell.
And Melinda, my friend who has been to Target with me more times than my husband. She picked this up for me.
I've been dying for this platter for well over a year. I have picture plans for it. You'll have to wait and see.
I have more pictures to post... but they'll have to wait for another day since this post is all about me. Neener, neener. Yes, 29 is mature.
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