| Can't believe this little pip squeak is all grown up! |
I can tell I'm getting old because it was ridiculous how much I was looking forward to waking up on my birthday and watching Good Morning America and drinking {decaf} coffee! I never get to do that! I also spent the morning cleaning house & listening to "Whitney Houston Pandora" on my phone while I cleaned. You don't have to tell me how cool I am, I already know. :) {I wanna dance with somebody...with somebody who loooovvvess meeee...}
After me and Miss Houston cleaned house I took off for the mall to treat myself to some birthday shopping. While walking around the mall I was suddenly hit with a crazy hungry spell where I thought I was going to pass out if I didn't eat something immediately, so I stopped at Aunt Annie's and got a pretzel...it was so yummy! After finding me a new perfect pair of maternity jeans, I decided to run through a drive-thru and pick up some lunch on my way home. Don't tell my vegetarian husband, but I stopped at Chic-fil-a and got a spicy chicken sandwich and OMG it was so good. (I'm just kidding about not telling him, I immediately spilled the beans when he got home from work! I'm the worst secret keeper there ever was!)
When Chris got home, he surprised me with 4 birthday cards (one from him, one from, Lucy, one from baby girl Nation, & one from anonymous) and a snoogle! I have been loving the snoogle!
Friday night Chris took me to dinner at Napa River Grill and then we had coffee/tea and chocolates at this little French cafe called Ghyslain. It was a nice night!
Saturday Chris had an event at UofL so I stayed home and did some more cleaning and then did our wkd grocery shopping. Saturday night Chris's parents took us out for dinner at my choice - Johnny Brusco's pizza! It was yummy! And then, of course, we had to get our weekly froyo!
I had a lovely birthday weekend and am excited for the year of being 30! It's going to be a great one! As one of my co-workers put it, "it's a great year to become a mama!"




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