Wednesday was my birthday. I'm getting old. Am I too old to say I'm 29? It was a good day with greetings from facebook, emails, phone calls, cards and in person. I went to lunch with a co-worker (Qdoba, yum!) and on the way back, we passed a store that sells cupcakes. Cupcakes and ice cream. That's all. It required turning around in a busy neighborhood and parallel parking and knowing we would really be late getting back to work. But come on. It. was. my. birhtday. We conquered all the obstacles and I enjoyed a carrot cake cupcake with cream cheese frosting piled on higher than the cupcake itself. It was delicious. I had dinner with friends that night and still have a piece of coconut cream pie to eat that I was too full to consume.
Looking forward to Saturday night when I am going to my Uncle's house. My cousin Trevor and his wife Tiffany are coming in from Kansas to go to the colts game on Sunday so we are gonna have dinner when they get in. I hinted to my Dad that an ice cream cake from DQ would be a good addition to the evening, so he said he would see what he could do. Afterall, what are birthday's for if not for the sweets (and the excuse to eat them).
Oh and colds suck! Apparently that was my birthday present. Boo! A sore throat that has progressed to a cough and we are rapidly approaching the sneezing stage. As long as I can still swallow and my coughs remain just that, I will survive.