Twenty-teen!

So today is the beginning of my 3-day birthday. Somehow I always manage to milk a few extra days out of my birthday. =) Today my dear friend Mandi babysat so I could go blow my birthday money on clothes! It was delightful. I had coffee and a muffin at Panera, by myself. I hunted and pecked and gathered (at the very posh J.C. Penny) by myself. I grinned and grinned. All the summer stuff is on über-sale, and since we have 6 more weeks of summer (it's like a reverse ground-hog day), I loaded up. Nearly overdosed on short-sleeved hoodies, but kept it to 2. Did not purchase "Mom jeans," though was tempted.

Now, to explain the title, if you keep counting from 19 and stay in the "teens," twenty would be "ten-teen." So keep counting.

Before I go on, I should mention something. Often if someone forgets to wish me a happy birthday, they feel bad, like they've disappointed me or done something wrong. Even dear people who get the day wrong and wish it early or late feel mortified! But guess what? I'm about the most forgiving person in that arena that you're going to find. (I have plenty of other faults, so I don't have a problem hilighting something good in this case! Ha!) The absolute honest truth is that I never expect people to have to remember my birthday, and I really feel like it's my own responsibility to "make my own fun," so if you do remember the birthday, it's frosting! I even feel a little this way about my husband. He will never forget my birthday, because why wait and see if he forgets it and just set everyone up for yuckiness? I like to tell him what I'd like to do, and then we all enjoy it together.

This said, the next day of 3-day-birthday includes the aquarium tomorrow, then probably take-out Macaroni Grill for dinner, then desert and "drinks" for Steve and I after Lucy goes down. SUPER YAY! Then it just worked out that the day all the "Bible Study Girls" can get together for our periodic Girls' Night is Friday night, so I get Cheesecake Factory with the girls! Woo-hoo! Can you imagine a better 3 days? I know I can't!

I'm all bouncy-fun today. If Lucy were old enough, she would need to learn that if she wanted something, today would be the day to ask me. =)

So much love to all of you good people. I love finding out the broad and wonderful spectrum of people who like to check in with my life (like finding out recently that Kari reads my blog! YAY!). I love that you care enough about me to want to know what's going on in my life... and that I am at least mildly entertaining, so you actually come back! I think of each of you as I write these, like I'm talking to you "at the water cooler." Okay, well, Ry-bear, this is probably a little too happy-fun for you... but you know you love me anyway.

P.S. Never forget that 31 years ago tomorrow, the 9'ers welcomed me into the world by whoppin' some hiney against the former L.A. Rams!! Take it!