Happy Birthday to Me

Today I am 26. I suppose I could think of something philosophical to talk about, getting older and all that. But really, I don't have that much to say about it. I like being 26. My life is pretty good. I don't know if you know, but Britney Spears is only 9 days older than me, and you might disagree with me, but she and I are practically the same person (I sure was embarrassed when my performance at the Video Music Awards was such a flop).

Anyway.... So far, it's been quite an excellent day. My wonderful husband woke me up with breakfast in bed. Eggs, bacon, toast—even chocolate milk, which is probably my favorite form of milk, unless you count ice cream. All delicious, and much nicer than waking up to an alarm clock.


And, if the breakfast wasn't enough, I also got some presents. Wrapped super nicely.


I got a really fun T-shirt, an ornament, and the mascara I asked for. And the perfect card. And that was my birthday morning.