I overheard Cameron's teacher saying that Sunday (today) is her birthday--hey, mine too! I also heard her say her mom's was the 19th--hey, mine too! That's just weird. She thought the weird coincidence (not irony--thanks Alanis for teaching us all that valuable lesson) might carry over to us being the same age. Did I mention that I kissed her? I just love 27 year olds...but I don't love the 16 year olds who don't card me anymore. Come on, I've got a baby face! Oh, actually that is my baby.

I got the best birthday gift, evaaah: spa day! Four hours of pure pampering and some awesome food and wine. I do have to tell you though...wine and massages really don't mix. I rarely drink so you could say my tolerance is pretty low. I had one glass of wine and kept munching down some deliciously cheesy (white!) breadsticks to soak it up, but they didn't do much. After my massage I stood up and asked who was moving the house?! And then I had that crazy massage hair and my eyes were all half closed...quite the sight. However, I was a trooper; chugged a glass of water and moved on to the facial. My first ever and it was all wonderful until--pow! Bright light city...nothing like some lights and a magnifier to make you feel a little self conscious. And then...pinch, pinch, squeeze, squeeze, (nose) HOLY SHIT! Good thing she massaged for a 1/2 hour because damn that hurt.

I really wanted to have a photo of the big 3-3. I even took my camera with us to dinner (date night!) And as I pulled it out thinking to ask the server to take our picture...I saw a guy across from us clicking and flashing away. He looked so dorky and the flash was so annoying that I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You'll just have to use your imagination.