Birthday spankins

It's my 27th birthday in a couple days. It's weird saying that because 27 used to be "you're so old you fart dust" old. To me anyways. I'm still a kid at heart though. Obviously...  I still talk about farting.

Luckily for me I get to spend the day tomorrow with good friends over at the flea market at Merchant Square. Last time I went I met a couple of really fun gals who read my blog. I thought at first they were looking at me because I was trying to shove two antique doors into my car 8 months pregnant. Turns out they read my blog and came over to say hi and that they couldn't wait to see what I was doing with those doors.

Speaking of my readers, I love it when people say hi to me that read my blog. It makes me feel like these past few years of blogging have actually been enjoyed by someone, somewhere. I need this outlet. It's for enjoyable conversations with other big people. Conversations that don't consist of the phrases "for the love of all that it holy, stop licking the sidewalk" or "Someone get the scissors away from that running infant."

I guess what I'm saying is thanks. Thanks for reading and commenting and probably sometimes mocking. I'm sure I would make fun of me too if I was there. Anyways, maybe I'll see some of you tomorrow in Chandler. If so, I call dibs on anything with chipping paint on it.

And because I can't do a blog post without a picture I thought I'd leave you with this gem. (Sorry for the crappy iphone picture)

This is the chevron pin board I made a while ago. And then I promptly decided I wanted to go a different direction in my guest bedroom. That's just how life goes at my house, I suppose. I want to give it to someone who's having a little girl for their nursery. Know anyone?