Yesterday was my birthday. 27. That sounds really old. But yet, when I have cake at my grandmother's house and hang out with my family, I don't feel so old. I feel like a kid again.
Birthdays were always fun when we were growing up, and they are pretty much done the same way now as the were then, dinner (your favorite Mom meal, like Stroganoff or Chicken Broccoli Bake), followed by cake and ice cream and presents at Grandma & Grandpa's. Pretty mellow. But that's how I roll. Sometimes. Sometimes I roll like... like rock-n-roll. But that's another story.