"Today is my birthday, and I get one every year!"

Check out my fridge. Never mind the half of watermelon, the wheat bread, sliced turkey, beer, and Omega-3 eggs. I got me some cheesecake. Chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake. A whole bunch of it. And I'm gonna eat it! Well, I'll share if I have too.

We went out on Saturday to The Cheesecake Factory which is one of my favorite restaurants. I drank a very cliche adult beverage (a cosmo) while I *gasp* nursed James in his sling. Ha ha! Jason thought it would be a good idea to get a whole cake rather than slices so I picked out what kind I wanted and they didn't have the size we ordered - only the BIG one. So, darn it, we went a ahead and got it without thinking and when we got the bill, Jason took a little gulp, like wow, that's some expensive cheese cake. I smiled at him sheepishly and he said, "Oh it's OK, you're worth a $45 dollar cheese cake. Well, more than that. You know what I mean."

This morning I was walking with my very, very pregnant neighbor and we were talking about age, and she said something like, OH to be 21 again! And I told her, "You know, I really don't want to be 21 again." I really don't. I feel like I'm just starting to be comfortable in my own skin now. 27 is going to be just fine, God willing.