Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 29. We don't have anything special planned. G and the kids may take me out to the Airport Diner for dinner. G got my cake last night in case the inclement weather would keep him from being able to get it today or tomorrow. Well, more likely today because he doesn't want to have to bother to go in any stores on the weekend. Whatever.
I was out earlier clearing the driveway, getting soaked to the skin and treading as lightly as possible in G's boots that were too big for me and causing blisters on my feet from my socks rolling down because I didn't want to stop to go in and change them. After an hour, I finished, went inside, and as I peeled off the soaking layers of clothes, Joey informed me somebody had gotten into my cake. But it wasn't him. Upon inspection, I found that somebody had, in fact, treated himself to some of the cake. To that I shrug my shoulders. Whatever.
It is the last day of the kids' school vacation. THANK. GOD. Although they did manage to behave themselves better than I had anticipated earlier in the week. But after 4 days, it was probably killing them not to show their little devil horns and they chose today to really push my buttons. To that I shrug my shoulders. They're boys. I still love them. Whatever.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Just another winter Saturday. It's my twin sister's birthday, too. I'll give her a call to see if she got her birthday present and wish her a happy 39th. Whatever.
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