So I was born at 8:03am and so when I was growing up it was tradish for my parents to wake me up at that time(not too shabby if it was a school day-I got to sleep in a little, but on the weekends, when I moved out, and NOW it's a little different) They call me at 6:03. Ugh. My mom refrained from calling me that early this morning(THANK YOU) but did call me at 6:30 and sang to me:) My dad called me after I got to work so he had to leave me a voice mail. This is how it went.
Dad- Happy birthday...blah blah blah....nice fatherly stuff....blah blah blah blah. So happy 24th, or maybe it's 25th. Well I bet it's 26! What do I know I'm getting old. I'll call you later tonight...blah blah blah...
Ugh. Dad. I am NOT 26. Sick. Not yet atleast.
Give me a few years.
Thanks to everyone who's already called me, left me texts and facebook msgs. I'm an attention whore so pretty much I love my birthday for this reason. I have to say, last year wasn't as bad as I expected and today is going pretty well so far. I think my birthday might be turning around. I'll post more later:)