35 years and still ticking...

Tuesday-It's my birthday and as a gift, I get woken up three times in the morning. The first time it was because I was choking (I have a small cold.), second, because the cat decided to cause some trouble (because she is evil), and lastly, at 4:15a I got a phone call. Daryl didn't even hear anything. When I first heard the phone ring, I thought, oh, now I have to get up and then I thought, well, whoever is calling me at this hour is incredibly rude so I'm not answering it. I later found it was a wrong number from Seattle of all places. Happy Birthday to me!