Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 29.
It was a nice day. A lot of my friends remembered and wished me a happy day. Joe gave me a gift certificate for Barnes & Noble bookstore and a homemade coupon for a dinner for two at the restaurant of my choice. My parents and sister joined Joe, Grace, and I for a nice steak dinner at the Texas Roadhouse. Ã‚ I sat on a faux horse and wore a sombrero.
That got me to thinking. Ã‚ What did I do for my 28th birthday? Ã‚ I'd just had Grace. hmm. I vaguely remember a dinner at Houlihan's. Ã‚ 27? I was about to get married, but what did I do for my birthday. Not sure. 26? No clue. Ã‚ Joe gave me a ruby necklace one year and the matching earrings the next year. Ã‚ Which two were they?
I remember going to ChiChi's for my 21st birthday because I had twoÃ‚ alcoholic beverages, Ã‚ and my parents were afraid they'd have to carry me to the car.
I remember going to Red Lobster for my 16th birthday. Ã‚ My friend, Jen, came along, and some of the buttons on my dress popped open.
We moved on my 8th birthday or the day before or the day after. Ã‚ I remember being devastated about that.
I was getting a little frustrated, so I opened iPhoto thinking there would be some birthday pictures in there. Ã‚ There were pictures of Grace every month on her birthday, but not a single July 2 picture as far back as 2002. Nada. Ã‚ Nothing to scrapbook. Ã‚ Nothing to remember.
I'm feeling a little sorry for myself. Ã‚ Ã‚
Help me out. Ã‚ Do you remember your birthdays? Ã‚ Do you do special things?
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