That's right. It's my birthday.
The 4th anniversary of my 30th birthday to be exact. YEAH ME!
And I have been meaning to write about it. I have been meaning to write about a lot of things.
My Mother's birthday 3 weeks ago. My Grandmother's birthday....mine. We are all Geminis you know. Every woman straight back for 6 generations.
Spouse and I had our second anniversary last week. Twice in fact...dos deuces...we were married twice in 2 days.
The baby turned 6 months old and I haven't even posted her new portrait. Clearly something is wrong...how could I miss a chance like that?
I had a whole post about how I think someone is breaking into my house; eating all of my Oreo's and shrinking all of my pants.
I was going to actually share my mentally and physically damaged self every single day. I would write...then rewrite...then delete...then write again...then go play with the baby or take a nap and forget all about it.
I need to read. 378 unread blogs on my last count and that was yesterday. Forgive me, it will take a while to catch up.
But right now I am going to go out with Spouse and our girl...and drive around...and play with my new super-duper GPS present. This thing does everything but change the oil on the car.
I was firmly against a GPS (I have an astounding sense of direction) until my Jeep broke down (again) in a ghetto and I was lost and frightened and crying hysterically on the phone to Spouse.
Crying hysterically on the phone to Spouse often results on high tech gadgetry.
hmmm...I wonder how I could swing that Ipod.