It's the Grand Chahee's Birthday!

Saturday was my birthday.  To be quite honest I didn't really think much of it, and kept forgetting about it.  Let's see, what am I doing Saturday again?  Seems like it was something important . . .

My sis and I had decided that we were going to go to breakfast at IHOP that morning.  Saturday morning rolled around and I went to pick her up.  And to my surprise her husband was coming along as well.   I was excited 'cause he's a good guy and the more the merrier!

We got to IHOP and as we got to a door there was another lady there that looked a lot like my mom.  Oh wait, it is my mom!  What are the odds that we all happened to be going to IHOP at the same time?  Which is extra weird 'cause my mom isn't one to just go out to breakfast Saturday mornings.  Oh now I get it!  She's there to meet us!  How silly of me.  I was extra excited, what a delightful surprise!  We get inside and there stands my dad and my grandma!  Talk about a good birthday surprise (especially considering I hadn't really put much thought into it actually being my birthday).

Throughout the day I had a lot of birthday wishes thrown my way, but none that could beat the text I got from my friend, Maggie:

(If you're unfamiliar with this song, that's really unfortunate for you 'cause it's going to make considerably less sense)

"You had (or currently having) a birthday, shout hooray (HOORAY!)  We want to sing to you today (want to, but won't).  One year older and wiser too (I'd sure hope so.  Does mean you have 26 wise points, or like wise vouchers?  Could you trade in said vouchers for prizes?  Like at 5 you could cash in for a sparkly pencil, 20 an applebees gift card, 50 an ipod, and if you make it to 100, new hips?  So you could get a gift card AND a sparkly pencil if you cash in now!  Do it, I bet they have a blue sparkly one . . . anyway . . .) haaaaappy birthday to YOU!"

Aaaaaaand that's why she's my best friend.

My b-day was grand.  Thanks for all you lovely people out there who wished me a happy birthday.  Golly, I felt special!

Love,
Bre

P.S. I'm wearing a new bra, and the underwire is fashioned out of razor blades and dipped in the devil's spit.  thought you'd want to know.