Happy Birthday to Me!

Yes I did just wish myself a Happy Birthday. I am 33-years-old today. I’m really excited about it because I was sure I was going to be 34 until one of my friends did the math and told me I was only 33. It’s the best birthday gift ever, because I feel like I gained a year!

I’m spending the day in my happy place, i.e., in pajamas with my kids. Emma (4-years-old) did wake up with 103 degree fever this morning, but she hasn’t thrown up (yet) and Sister Wife called,got my grocery list and went to Wal-Mart for me so I didn’t have to drag all of my kids to the store. (Also the best gift ever.)

I have been channeling Paula Deen today, cooking up a storm and going through an alarming amount of butter. As I put the girls down for naps, Aubrey (6-years-old) asked me what we were going to have for dinner tonight.
Me: I’m making homemade macaroni and cheese, ham and green beans.
Aubrey: Ughhh, Momma. Ham is not healthy for you.
Me: It’s not THAT bad…
Aubrey: It has a lot of salt and is bad for your blood pressure…
Me: Whaaaaaa????

Whose kid is this? And where is mine?? Seriously, y’all. Give her back.