Day 81
Oh yes, I turned TWENTY-TWO. I'm glad, to be honest. Mostly everyone assumes you want to get shit faced every chance you get when you're 21. So, I'm HOPING people will also ASSUME that I got it out of my system while I was 21.
ALOT of people wished me a Happy Birthday. Glenn brought me a cake home and Brooke sang me her own, very long and very cute, version of Happy Birthday. We brought Maggie, Shelby and Shelby over to watch the kids (well stay at the house while they slept) so me and Glenn could go see the new Harry Potter. AMAZING. That's all I'm going to say.
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