insert an acceptable excuse here.

I am absolutely horrible.  My birthday was on March 12th.  Obviously, I'm awful at playing catch up.

What this special day entailed:

//Sharing a tub of our favorite ice cream at our favorite look out.

// A long drive to the mystery location which turned out to be...

// A to-die-for dinner at Carvers.  Absolute BEST steak I've ever had in my life.

// A blindfolded trip back home.  He lost me pretty quick.

// A piggy-back ride back into the house where all our family and friends were waiting.

I was so excited that of course I forgot to take pictures.  It doesn't take much for me to forget these days.  I also have this knack for crying at surprise parties.  I'm psycho, I know.  When everyone yells surprise, it's like my body gets confused and thinks crying is the best option to show my emotion.  Good one.  It was lot more embarrassing when it happened when I was 12.  All my friends thought I was crazy.

Well, here's to being one year older and smarter too.  I still have not gone out and bought a beer yet.  I figured it wouldn't be as cool when I whip out my temporary paper license.  As soon as my real one arrives, I'll tell you how it goes.  (For those of you that didn't read the last post about this, I'm not going to drink it. Phew!  I know what you were thinking.)

Today the hubs and I had a pre-birthday celebration.   Sparks were flying everywhere.  Pun intended.  Oh how I wish I was witty.  We look for any excuse to eat out.  It's a problem really.  You don't realize how detrimental it is to the bank account until you add them all up.  Yee...  We have spent wayyyy too much money on eating out since January.  We'll just say it could have paid our rent next month. Harsh reality.

I'm the girl who forgets it's her birthday until someone wishes me a happy birthday.  Classy right?  I told Dall that this is the only birthday for quite sometime that I want him to go all out for.  I'm not quite sure why I feel like turning 21 is such a big deal.  It's not like I'm going to go raid the nearest bar.  I do want to go buy a beer though.  Just because I can.  Then I'll go dump it in the gutter.  It sounds so thrilling right?  Just another one of those weird random things that has made its way on my life check list.

Well, tomorrow I'll be a year older.  and happier too.

Happy Tuesday to you, and you, and you.