So, yesterday was my birthday...I am now 25 (that's a 1/4 of a century as my dad likes to keep pointing out!) I can now say with authority that with each passing year, your birthday becomes less significant. I mean, since about 18, they've all kind of run together. Less presents, less excitement, less cards in the mail. One day, you wake up and realize another side effect of being an adult - no one is really all that concerned that it's your birthday. (I think that was yesterday) Now, I'm not saying this to complain at all. I don't really want lots of excitement anyway, it's just something I've been noticing as I get older.
That being said, I did have a nice day. My dad took me to lunch at Chili's where I ate one of my most favorite foods, chips and salsa. Then, there was dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Of course, I am still so full I will not need to eat for at least 4-7 days. But, it was a yummy-licious day completely void of birthday cake, which I loathe.