Well, tomorrow is the big day. I turn yet another year older, blah! For the last year (or so) I have been sticking with the great age of 25 and I just don't see how this year should be any different. 25 is a great age, right?
The upside of my reoccurring doom (oops, I mean birthday) is that I am treated like a queen and who doesn't love that?! I will most likely be woken by a slobbery kiss (reeking of morning breath) by my 4 year old and won't be asked to do much around the house. Housework can wait, right? I mean I only turn 25 once.
However tomorrow will be a special 25th birthday. My mom is flying in from Arizona and we are spending a night in Fargo. It'll be nice to have a wide variety of stores, movie theatres, restaurants, etc. Living up here in the sticks we just don't get those things (without a tank of gas and an hour or 2 of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse playing over and over in the car).
So we'll shop, get my hair done, eat at restaurants, and maybe see a movie. Then we'll head back here for a week's worth of fun with my mom. It's been about 2 months since I have seen her and we're pretty close so tomorrow can't come any sooner for me.
My beautiful mom is on the left, my son in the middle, and I am on the right. Please excuse the shiny forehead.