welcome to 38...I mean 37

Good thing age is just a number and doesn't really bother me. Leading up to my birthday I thought I was turning 38. My dad kept insisting that I was only going to be 37. Turns out he was right. Well happy 37th birthday to me! It was a great birthday. I slept late. I woke up to maple bacon donuts (and adult onset diabetes). My dad and Daizy made me a birthday cake. Auntie Teri took Daizy to see Annie while I got to see a movie by myself. I had been wanting to see Mocking Jay so bad and finally got to go on my birthday. We ended the day with dinner at Outback. I'm one blessed lady.