I turned 29 yesterday.
I jogged in the dark with Robbie.
On my drive in to work, I saw two rainbows.
Then I had a emergency sprint to the bathroom.
I napped for a full lunch hour under my desk with the blinds closed.
My Uncle bought me a bottle of Jameson.
BAB told me she loved me.
My mom said TJ is a stud with his long hair and beard.
My dad wouldnt apologize for being annoyed I interrupted the 1986 World Series. But I have it on good authority that he's happy I'm here.

Who knows what 29 is going to bring?
Day 1 was pretty swell.

1 comment:

Noel Nemcik said...

Glad you had a good birthday, little Jitchy! Still wish we'd named you Mustard Butt.