27

I am not big on birthdays. I could care less when it is my birthday, which just so happens to be today. I care so little that the man I live with, my uncle did not know it was my birthday. When I walked in the door with this beautiful gift Jeff sent me:

my uncle as asked why he sent it. Then, I had to tell him it was my birthday.

I have no negative connotations with birthdays, I just don't care. Plus, with 27 years behind me now, each year is just an inch closer to gray hair, hearing loss, and a hunch back.

Without Jeff here, I didn't feel like making birthday plans. So, I went with my typical Thursday schedule. With a meeting after school, that left a little time to play with Shea, and then to basketball. Fittingly, I hit shots and played well. That is all need for a happy birthday. A fantastic birthday would include spending time with my husband. But, hey, fruit is an excellent replacement!