So, now I’m 25. The day began with my dog waking me up by throwing up on me at 6:30am followed by a serious case of heartburn which made me feel like 25 going on 80. Luckily the day really turned around for the better after that.
I had a delicious picnic with friends, went out for Mexican with the family, visited my favorite cemetery (I know…), stained the deck, went to a zoo to remind myself I’m still a youth, and had a Pizza Hut picnic at the lake. One of the nicest, most relaxing birthdays yet, even if puke was involved.
