Let me just start by expressing how addicted to birthdays I am!  Not just mine, but everyone’s.  I love to celebrate birthdays. Don’t tell me when your birthday is because I will be the annoying friend who does the countdown… the over happy birthday-ing.. the text at midnight.. all of it. I love to celebrate life!

With all that said.. normally with my own birthdays I do the “birthday week”  I tell everyone.. I am super pumped.. I count down my own days hahah!

Well for some reason this year I was simply like “Whatever!”

It didnt hold any special feelings.. Maybe because I turned……. 29! EEP!

I really dont know what it was. I just felt very drab about my birthday.  My husband (being as awesome as he is).. Planned the whole day for us. He cooked breakfast.. we went to the fair.. I got some AMAZING career news.. (that I will share in a few weeks :)  We ate fried junk food all day , went to a movie and just had fun!   I woke up yesteday in the BEST mood. I was singing and dancing around , excited for my birthday.   I dont know what it was that got me in a b-day funk.. but whatever it was took a fast train back to funkville.  So now that its the day after.. I am glad to be 29.  My last year of my 20′s and its going to be a hell of a ride.   Now next year my blog might not be so happy :)

Did anyone else get like that on their 29th birthday??

xoxo
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