I look like a monkey and I smell like one too.

Today I am 29 years old.  Or as Mr. Silly put it, “One year closer to 30.”  Isn’t he sweet.  Everyone should have a Mr. Silly.

I wasn’t even going to announce it.  Mostly because there is so much going on this year.  I have never been one of those people to forget their birthday.  And I didn’t this year either.  But I came very close to it.  Mr. Silly got me a Wii game that we can play together.  It’s actually pretty fun.  Something about resort something or other.  He insisted I open it (as in, open the plastic store bag) right after he got home.  We are not big into surprises.  He also got me a gift certificate for a pedicure on Mother’s Day that I’m redeeming tomorrow.  But I don’t know how much it counts as a birthday present.

Tomorrow night (tonight?  I don’t really count it as the day until I’ve gone to sleep and woke up the next morning.  Midnight Schmidnight.) we’re going to my favorite Japanese restaurant with the yummiest food ever!  Smushy likes the miso soup and making huge messes with her rice.  It’ll be perfect.  Well, almost.  We do have to be there at 5:30 ish since it’s a Friday night and they get busy fast.  Plus it’s not the quickest place and 2 year olds all have time limits and I don’t care how good they are.  But we’ll make do.

I’m also thinking of going to the mall for a little shopping.  Like maternity pants.  It’s not that I really need them right now, but I need them right now.  It’s the bloat.  And I don’t want to have to buy a bigger size of regular pants just because it’s not really “baby” causing the belly. Mostly late night carbs.  Mmmmmm.  Plus, I’m going to need them eventually.  I mean, I can’t go out in my comfy lounge pants all winter, even if they are SO COMFY.  Seriously.  Go buy some.  From Target.  I think they’re called “dorm pants”.  You’re welcome.

Also, we are so busy busy busy over here.  We are officially out of here next Friday.  The movers will be here Wednesday and Thursday.  Plus we have to clean.  Mostly Mr. Silly.  Cuz I’m pregnant and shouldn’t be around cleaning fumes.  Shut up, it is too true.  (Right?  I mean I just figured.  Whatever, he doesn’t read my blog and I am soooo milking this.)  Not to mention the pre-mover cleaning including washing an entire playhouse.  Bird poop and sidewalk chalk.  We’re dealing with that this weekend.

Also, my 7 year old cat ran away, but now he’s back so there isn’t really a story there.