Had a rather laid back birthday dinner tonight with my in-laws. We made some chicken kabobs on the grill, had a little cake, and then I came home to the dogs. That's just the way I like it. I've always loved being born on the 3rd of July, it about guarantees good food, fireworks, and festival or two and I can normally get away with a quick verse of "Happy Birthday to You" at whatever family function's being held and slip the lime light of an actual b-day party.
This year, I couldn't care less about being another year older. However, I am getting the best present ever in about eight days, Heath's finally coming home! His MOS school's wrapping up & he should be on a plane next Wednesday, yay! At this point, I can't even think straight, it's going to be so nice to have him back! So, Huzzah for another trip around the sun & God, do you think you could just hurry this week up a little, please?