Today is my birthday.  WHOOT!!!!

I’m 31.

Which is apparently REALLY old to sweet little bitches babies like Jen and Katie who have never seen The Princess Bride or Ice Castles (which is being remade!!!!!!) and don’t even know the show Greatest American Hero. They’ve also made it their life’s purpose this past week to make me feel old.  But really, I just feel bad for them because they’ve missed out on SO MUCH GOOD STUFF.

ANYWAY, I’m going to get a pedicure and have lunch today with my girlfriend Hannah.  Without kids!  So my genius self thought it would be a great present if my husband and the boys stayed at my in-laws house last night.

Because OMFG, a night of quiet, watching shows *I* want to watch, sleeping uninterrupted, not waking up to an alarm, and then getting to watch the news in the morning?!  HEAVEN!

Except, I miss them.  And I feel guilty that I wanted a night alone for my birthday.  But they’ll be home tonight for my birthday dinner and for cake.  And Dylan promised to sing me the Birthday Song.  So I should just get over it and enjoy my day, right?

RIGHT?

Also, Mom, Dad and Court?  It’s fucking garbage day.  I’m pissed.

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