26 years ago

I came into this crazy world. Yes, today is my birthday. Nothing thrilling. I don't dread it, yet I don't get all excited.

Tristan had a weekend of screaming every time he tried to go number 2, so instead of going to school he stayed with us. We took him to the doctor's and he was prescribed a laxative. Yay. Since we were on that end of town, we met up with my dad for lunch at Red Robin. Of course, I was subjected to the usual ritual of complete strangers singing an off rendition of happy birthday while I attempted to avoid stares from other patrons.

Other than lunch, not much else to report. My mother-in-law got me a really cool gift that I opened last weekend. A tote for my sewing machine (kind of like a suitcase on wheels but for a sewing machine) and a tackle organizer tote (I like to put notions in those lure and bait cases). Scott didn't get anything for me (except roses two days ago) because I spent my birthday money on a personal trainer almost two months ago (well worth it, I think).

Anyway, that's about it. Nothing special, just another day. Oh, and I got to take a nap in the middle of the day (peaceful, bliss - since both kids napped at the same time).