There have been times in the past when I asked people how old they were, and they would hesitate a minute and have to calculate their age. I thought this was super bizarre...how can you not know how old you are? But, sadly, I'm starting to do the same thing. When someone asks my age, I have this moment of panic before I blurt out "23? No, no, wait...24? Yes, I'm 24."
Embarrassing.
For some reason, being 24 seems so much older than being 23. Maybe it's because I'm that much closer to the quarter-century mark. But my 23rd year was a great one, and Josh did a great job of ushering in my 24th year. I started off the day by sleeping in and then relaxing while Josh finished up some work stuff. Then he took me to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Bombay House. This is the same place I picked last year...and probably always will. For some reason, no one seems to love it quite as much as I do, so my birthday is the one day that I can demand to go without being shot down.
After that, we went to go see Toy Story 3 and then came home to have cake (and enjoy a fabulous solo rendition of "Happy Birthday" by Josh), and open lots of great presents..
You can never call yourself old because then you are calling me older...
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