Two. Seven.

So my birthday was Tuesday.  Twenty-seven.  Yes, I know that is still very young but I was not too pumped about approaching that number.  However, a few weeks ago (circa age 26) I had one of those moments when I felt the need to embrace the approaching number.  I was feeling extra professional because my boss had just complimented something I had done.  As soon as I sat down at my desk the phone rang.

Very Old Gentleman:  Are you the public affairs officer there?

Very Professional Feeling, 26 Year Old Me: Yes sir, I am.

Very Old Gentleman:  I have an idea I would like to tell you about.

Very Professional Feeling, 26 Year Old Me: O.K.  Shoot.

Very Old Gentleman: Hun, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?

A Little Less Professional Feeling, 26 Year Old Me: TWENTY SEVEN.

Very Old Gentleman: Well you sound like you're 12.

And just like that, I was knocked from my high horse.

I had a good birthday.  Especially because at work, you get your birthday off.  I spent the day shopping and eating with Courtney and Irish.  That evening, Beau took me to dinner.  Then we met our friends Tiffany and Cody at Lemon Tree, a new yogurt shop in town.  After that we all went back to the house to visit. 

In addition to a great day, I got some good gifts.

Along with a T.J. Maxx gift card, my mother-in-law gave me a setting of my wedding china. 

She also gave me some old Reader's Digest books, although they were not part of my b-day gift.  She had just gone through a closet and found them.  Lucky me!!!!

 

They have adorable, vintage covers.  I love them.



 Beau gave me this beautiful 14-carat gold necklace.

 And because he says I have the music taste of a 40-year old, Phil Collins.

And perhaps the best gift, Dolly. I have had "Jolene" on repeat ever since.

I'm not sure why the dog is in this picture other than the fact that she is nosy and wanted to see what I was holding. 

While we were at the in-laws the other day, Leslie was showing me the guest bedroom she had re-arranged.  There were a few boxes sitting on the floor to which she said, "Those came out of the closet and I have yet to go through them."  Before she could finish the sentence, Mamie was snout first in the boxes checking them out.  I was all, "Get out of those Nosy Rosie!! Leslie, I have no idea where she gets that from." (In reference to her nosy-ness.)  Ten seconds later I was going through the boxes saying, "What is in here?"  Like mother, like Heeler mix.