Yesterday I turned another year older. Seeing how I am only 27, it was almost a non-event to me. HH always has a difficult time figuring out what to get me for birthdays, anniversaries, etc. so I typically help him out by giving him a few suggestions about a month ahead of time. This time I asked for either an iPhone or a new tattoo. I really wanted the tattoo but I knew I wouldn’t get it. I didn’t, I got the 16G white iPhone. It is pretty awesome from what little time I have had playing with it.
My mom and I came up with a great present from her. They would keep Z from Saturday midday to Sunday early evening where we would meet to pick him up by us. It was the best gift she could have given us (both HH and I benefited from this gift so it is not mine alone to enjoy). We spent Saturday shopping all day and then we went and had a nice dinner together with a few drinks (where we both noticed that the place was really noisy and we hadn’t ever realized that before). We came home and had some “us” time and then we were bored. There wasn’t anything on TV and we were too tired and full to get up and go anywhere. Sunday was spent doing pretty much nothing except getting my iPhone. That took up the entire day for the most part.
We met my family and Z at a mexican place over by our house to “celebrate” my birthday. *yawn* I don’t really like the whole birthday dinner thing but since I am SOOO compromising I went along with it for everyone else’s enjoyment. Huge mistake. Someone told them it was my birthday. Every waiter came out at the end of dinner with this huge ass sombrero that they made me wear while they sang “Happy Birthday”. Livid does not even describe how I felt. Needless to say, there are NO pictures of that.
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