23 was weird for me - the realization that I'm aging finally hit me (yes, it took 23 years). Probably more weird because I thought I'd at least be graduated by the time I was 23. To be technical, I will graduate while still 23, so there. But I can't complain about life, because it's grand.
My sweet husband had to work on my birthday, but he still planned out my day for me. He set my alarm for 9 am (who misses sleeping in until 9 am? I don't, obviously). He left a card over my cell phone with an address and an instruction to be at that address by 10 am "on the dot" - his exact words. There were other words in the card, but that's not the point. So I arrived at the address and it's a group of commercial businesses . . . I thought maybe my GPS (narrated by Homer Simpson) had misguided me, so I googled. I could choose from Coldwell Bank (we love Chase bank, so I knew it wasn't this one), a natural foods store (look at us, do we look like we eat natural?), a refrigeration company (we're not really in the market for a fridge - you know, apartment living. They may charge us $90 a month to use it, but a fridge came standard). And then there's the nail salon (this is more like it). That's when my good friend Tia showed up at my window - to take me to get a pedicure! Thanks to the foot massages I get on a weekly basis (I said he was sweet, didn't I?), I wasn't too appalled to let the technician see my feet.
So we got pedicures, and went out to lunch (it's important that I mention Andrew gave Tia permission to go out to lunch with me - we thought it was funny), and then spent several hours at the pool. It was pure bliss. So then came dinner, at The Red Robin (we're fancy here). Dinner was delicious and they were nice enough to let me bring my cheesecake. If you don't remember the story behind the cheesecake,
click here.
I'm grateful for good friends to celebrate with!
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| Baby Aurora |
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| The gang |
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| Dan's daughter Dev - watching her eat spaghetti was quite amusing |
