Target Bags Mean One Thing

And no, I do not buy her something every time I go to Target.  When I don't, the look on her face belongs in one of those Sarah McLachlan abused animal commercials.

Birthday

I turned 28 a few weeks ago......30 is getting closer and closer.  Ugh.  Regardless, I had a fabulous birthday!  Being the responsible adult I am, I worked (until 1:30) and then came home for a quick b-day nap.  You get tired when you get old.  

Beau and I went to dinner with some friends.

 

 In the above picture I was carb loading so was in an extra good mood.

 

Beau gave me this fabulous necklace and a birdbath (I don't have a picture).  He did good.

 We also had a yummy carrot cake from a local bakery, Leave it to Liz (check it out).

 

 I posed with my cake and thought Mamie was posing for the picture too.  However, the sneaky weezle just wanted my cake (exhibit picture right).

 That weekend I went to dinner with my BFs. I like having birthday celebrations stretched out.  It's like birthday Chanukah.

These cards were from my co-workers.  I'm sensing a common theme.

The following conversation is becoming a frequent one in my house:

Me: My muscles are sore.

Beau: Of course they are, you're 30 years old.

I may kill him before my actual 30th b-day. 

Ellen's Wedding

A few weekend's ago was my best friend's (Court) baby sister's (Ellen) wedding. I've known Ellen since she was five years old so it was surreal to see her walk down the aisle.

The bride and wedding was GORGEOUS but the best part of the whole evening involved Anna Kate (Court's three year old) who was the flower girl. After getting upset about tossing all of her flower petals she walked across the stage to the ring bearer, lifted up her dress and flashed the him. At that moment, I watched my best friend die right there on the stage. It was fabulous.

In addition, I had a really cute date...