3. 2. Thirty-two. THIRTY-TWO! Is that possible? It must be, because here I am. Another day older, but NOT deeper in debt, thank you Mr. Cash. Slightly blinder though—I went to the eye doc last week for fancy new spectacles, since I now apparently have 20/100 vision. Le poop. And I managed to knot up my lower back playing flag football with my nephews. Yeah, you read that right. I hurt myself playing FLAG football, a no-contact sport, with an 8 year old and a 5 year old. Oi. (In my defense, youngun’s don’t always fully grasp the concept of “no contact sport”.)
But not to despair! I also have all the wisdom and life experience that comes with being 32. Things like, not wearing 4 inch heels if you’re going out on the town, bringing a cardigan to places you KNOW it’s going to be cold (read: restaurants & movie theaters), serving white wine with chicken, and that offering to read to a kid will typically make them your BFF fo’ LIFE. When my two year old niece sees me, I get a big hug, and then she’s off to find a book…or twelve.
Anyway. How does a 32 year old celebrate her birthday?
Step One: She sacrifices a few gingerbread marshmallow men to the god of gastronomy, in the name of S’Mores.
Nuke for 20 seconds & watch them expand, then smother and devour. It’s a little evil, but totally delicious. One of these days I’ll have to actually impale one & put him to death over flame…purely for the photo op.
“Heellllp meeee…..heeelllp meeeeeeee…..” MUAHAHAHAHA….
Step Two: She goes to a charity fundraiser on Saturday night for the C.A.R.E. animal rescue group. Cuz we loves puppies!
“Phone, TV, internet…PUPPY!” My absolute favorite commercial right now.
Step Three: She goes to a Springfield Cardinals game with her hubby & friends, with tickets for the Redbird Roost, which comes with unlimited concessions!
Who’s chips is those? NA-CHOS!!!
Step Four: She goes to work. Because she’s not 21, she’s 32, and has to, because it’s Monday, yo.
But AFTER work…
Step Five: She gets to have dinner with her Hubs at the new French Mediterranean Café! Super excited! Chef Al Roubaie is well known in the Kansas City area as a four star chef, so it’s pretty cool that this place is just down the road from us. I can’t wait to try as much as possible! :)
Happy birthday indeed, son!
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