Half Way Over the Hill

Today is my 20th birthday. According to all small children in my life, I'm now officially an old woman. Better file for Social Security and MediCare tomorrow. My days are numbered.

Ok, so this is coming from 5 (Ty), 7 (Nate) and 10 (Stevie) year olds, so its not the most accurate discription. They think 12 is pretty ancient. And, hey, at least I'm not a teenager anymore. Also, I'm only one year away from my 21st birthday plans: Going to the Marl Inn and having a drink at that lovely "place of liquid refreshment" with Mr. Carey and Caritis. Oh yeah.

Anyways, to celebrate me being old, I think I'm going to get my haircut when I'm home for Thanksgiving. Shoulder-lengthish, I'm thinking. It'll pretty much force me to wear it down, thus making me look older. No more kiddie price at the zoo for me! In a related story, Duane and I went to dinner last night and our waiter told us the drink and wine specials. So what if I'm not 21 and cannot enjoy, he didn't think i was 12!!!

And finally, I got some pretty good gifts. Jamie got me a giftcard to Benihana. SHRIMP! -joyous shudder- And Duane got me this really pretty snowglobe. Now, in case you are unaware, I am obsessed--OBSESSED--with snow/Christmas and heh, sick little children (that will make sense in a minute, I promise). So he got me a snowglobe with a giant snowflake and shiny star in it, and that shiny star is the Make-A-Wish star. So they got money for his purchase. And, really, once I saw Make-A-Wish on the box, there could have been a smelly old sock in there, I'd still have been happy about it, lol.