I have many, many quirks. Just ask my husband. Thankfully he embraces them, or chooses to remain quiet. Most of the time.
First of all, I am a numbers person. I remember phone numbers, addresses, PLU #'s off of items that were hard to scan at my grocery store job in high school.
One of these quirks is that I don't like being an odd numbered age. Today, I turned 32 and I felt a sense of relief. 32 flows off the tongue so much easier than 31. It looks nicer too. But, it feels older.
Two signs that I am older today...
1. When I walked out of church, I was looking for the vehicle we didn't drive today.
I couldn't remember where we parked, so I wandered the lot aimlessly with a sheepish grin on my face . I then remembered my husband dropped me off at the door when we got to church. He parked on the side.
2. I received some birthday money in the mail. I am drooling over the fact that I get to splurge on a new garbage can for our kitchen. I'm thinking something stainless steel. With the money left over, I am going to buy some apothecary jars for our bathroom.
I started my day with coffee in bed, soft boiled eggs, bacon, and toast with my sister's homemade jam.
Lunch was spent at Whole Foods.
I browsed Trader Joe's while the family sat in the car.
For supper, we'll be eating something not cooked by me and a delicious lemon Viennese tart, not baked by me.
My birthday revolved around not having to cook. What a perfect gift!