Hey, shorty, it's my birthday. I'm going to party like it's my birthday. Yay.23 is really an anti-climactic age. It doesn't mean anything special. It's just another year. But who would I be to pass up getting presents and eating lots of cake? An idiot, that's right. So, I am very excited about it being my birthday. I've already had 3 sort of celebrations.
Check out what my sweet in-laws got Chris and I (jointly) for our birthdays:
Yeah, dawg! That's right. I'm so freakin' stoked! Lamb chops anyone?
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