They Say It's Your Birthday-Oh Ya, It's Mine Too

I have had yet another birthday. 32 years old seems quite impossible to my brain, but it is indeed very possible. I don't know what 32 is supposed to feel like, but I don't feel 32 at all. I feel like I'm still young and in the know, until I'm around my nieces who are 19. Then I realize I'm not as cool as I thought I was. Oh well, someday they will be there too.

This year my birthday totally crept up on me. I usually have a countdown and look forward to it with much anticipation. I didn't have the usual excited/antsy feeling for it to get here. I actually almost forgot about it several times. I think it had something to do with the fact it was on Sunday. It should be illegal to have a birthday on Sunday. It's just a sucky day. I went to church-yay. I did have several very nice visitors with very nice treats and that made it seem better than just any ol' Sunday.

I am now one year older than Jesse for 8 months. If he thinks he's going to tease me, I just come back with, "one year older and wiser too." What can he say to that?