This is what sucks about being a grown-up. Yes it is my birthday and guess where I am. Work. Stuck in my cube. For 8 long hours. I should have took the day off.
I hate when my birthday is smack dab in the middle of the week. I haven't got pumped about it this year. I'm 29.
Matt is taking me out to eat tonight and the pups promised they would be good all day and night. Besides that it's just another day. We might build a fire in the yard and have some friends over Friday night. And Saturday night we are going to my parents for dinner.
I'm just glad to have Matt home with me. I don't need much else.