oh yeah, I had a birthday.
I turned 33 last Friday. Whoop-de-doo. My boss at the restaurant gave me a bottle of champagne and I drank almost all of it in one sitting. I also (and you will be proud) went to the gym with my workout buddies. They gave me presents and I kicked their ass. (I am training them.) I am not a certified trainer, but they decided I had the most knowledge of the 3 of us, and actually do EVERYTHING I tell them to do. It is so fun. I love bossing people around, I've learned. It is amazing that they trust someone who has a purple knee from flying off the stairmaster after "accidentally" pressing level 10 without realizing it. *blush* Yes, its true. I have fallen off BOTH the treadmill and the stairmaster now. No one comes to my rescue anymore. It's like "that's just Cheryl falling off the machines again".