Happy Birthday To Me!

I have now officially reached 27 years old, and that scares me.  I don’t feel 27.  Heck I don’t really even feel like I’m much over 21.  I sure as heck don’t look it, and I’m constantly correcting people who take one look at me and think I’m a teenager.  Trust me, I’m not complaining about that.  I love that I look much younger than my age.

That is exactly why this is the last birthday where I will be celebrating my true age for awhile!  tee hee hee  My sister in law and I made a pact.  We both look much younger than we are, so that’s the age we’re going to be.  When I finally look my real age, then I’ll celebrate my real age.  Seems fair enough to me!

So, how am I celebrating #27?  I’m going to eat a slice of chocolate caramel tort with my Hubby and send him to bed.  I slept all day, so I’m going to stay up all night working my butt off, then I’ll probably sleep away most of my actual birthday.

I’ve already received my presents from Hubby’s family.  His mom got me a ton of books, so now I’ve got another huge stack piled up ready to read.  I was on the verge of buying a ton because I’ve started cycling through all my books again.

My sister in law got me a ton of cute stuff.  I got an absolutely adorable photo frame that ways “woof” with paw prints all around it.  I printed out my favorite photo of Bubba for it.  She also gave me tons of smell good stuff, a cute red leather makeup bag, and some awesome Clemson stationary.

Now I’m just waiting to see what Hubby gets me.  I hinted around about a couple Seiko watches I want, but I doubt he’ll get me one. He knows I love watches but hate to wear them. They always end up lining the bottom of my jewelry box. He did ask me a few questions about the steam mop I want the other day, so I have a feeling that’s what I’m getting. We’ll just have to wait until he gets home from work to see!

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