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Monday, April 09, 2012

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

What a crappy way to usher in 28.

My leg got shut in the car door this morning and I pulled a muscle in my hand during Yoga.

Aspen threw seventy billion tantrums. One of which when we were walking and found ourselves a mere block from our final destination (the grocery store for some freaking FOOD). So we turned around and went home.

Aspen fell head-first on the sidewalk and scraped up her face.

Kev forgot to wish me happy birthday before he left for work and I felt sad about it until he came home to get something and remembered.

Someone knocked on my door (causing my dog to bark like a maniac) even though I have a huge sign that basically commands all humans in my neighborhood to leave me alone since my baby is sleeping.

I don't know what to make for dinner (and it's 4:51pm).


  1. That's no way to spend your birthday, I'm sorry Liv. I hope your night got better.

  2. Oh man, I am so sorry. I can't believe I didn't wish you a happy birthday at yoga. I really hope it got better for you.


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