I Think My Internal Age Is Six

Although my birth certificate says I'm twenty-five today

I still feel like I'm six inside.

You know those excited little jitters you get inside the night before?!

The fuzzy feelings when you wake up and 

can't wait to open your gifts?

Even worse those little hopes that people will remember that out of 

three hundred and sixy-five days
in the whole entire wide year
someone will remember it's your special day?!

Yup.  Me.

Guilty as charged.

So in honor of the fact that you only celebrate being twenty-five once in your life

I took the day off work.

And tried rather unsuccessfully, to convince Hubs to do so as well.

Imagine my surprise after I kissed him goodbye in the early dark this morning

to hear the door click shut. . . and then pop open 3.4857 seconds later.

That birthday kiss was bombs-diggity, yo!

I'm about as happy as a dog with ten tails right now.

We watched the season finale to our favorite show

Then straight back to bed for a nap.

The boy has informed me that he is not allowed to tell me what we are doing the rest of the day

Eeppp!  I lurve me some birthday surprises!

tata for now!

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teenyPS

i'm also over here today 

talking about a simple christmas

check it out!!