Monday, August 16, 2010
I'm 31 this year.
My mother called me and asked what I wanted this year for my birthday. I couldn't think of anything other than my baby pictures that I've been asking for. I poured on the guilt by saying to her, "The only thing that will make this birthday great would be to see how happy I was as a little kid blowing out the candles on my cake." Much to my surprise she just dropped off an album full of pictures from my early childhood. Man, I was a cute kid! (if i do say so myself)