Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I am officially 27 years old and I hope I never choose to work on my birthday again. I love birthdays; I have reminded my Dad for two weeks that my birthday is June 12. Remember my Dad was here wayyyy before the Jenner he knows the date I entered this world. Being at work on my birthday was not fun. I like to say, "but it's my birthday," and "it is still birthday" in reference to everything. I assume at work this is frowned upon and I never even told anyone its my birthday. I am truly thankful for my spa gift certificate from Daddy and the new kicks from Mama. Ru will be treating me to a mani/pedi at some point in the next 6 months. HA, working full time and loving on the Bud does not leave tons of mani/pedi time. I am lucky to complete dinner without saying, "Do not eat that off the floor." I had red velvet cake waiting on me and that made being at work a tiny bit better. No clue what I will be saying at 28; hopefully I will be saying it from a beach- I will even take my couch.