That's how I keep thinking about my birthday this year: I can't seem to help it. I know twenty-nine's really not that old but it kind of seems like it. To tell you the truth I don't really know where the last five years went. I still feel like I'm twenty-four. But obviously I'm not. When I actually think about it, I'm happy about where I'm am right now. And I'm excited about what the next year will bring.
Me in my passport photo, taken yesterday.
They said I wasn't supposed to smile but I did a little anyway.
Our babysitter is coming over in a little while and I'm going to head out with my sister Jan to go shopping for baby stuff (No, not for me: she's expecting at the end of the year) and then have lunch. Then it's back home to look after E until N comes home from work and then I'm off to woodworking class (we're going out for dinner this weekend).
All in all, it should be a great day.