One Year Older...

...and wiser too, right? Well, maybe not.



Yep, it's my birthday. For the special day, Bruce hand-picked a gift for me: The King. For those of you who aren't fluent in the ways of toddlerness, The King is one of the lead characters in Disney's Cars. The King was the missing link in Bruce's collection; he thought I would just love getting it for my birthday. Indeed, when I opened my present this morning I tried to play with it right away to see what he'd do. He tried to swipe it from me, claiming that it was his. When I told him that he'd given it to me, he tried to make a trade with an older non-branded car and I caved. He played with The King for most of the rest of the day.

Scott got me a couple pairs of really awesome socks. It's been getting colder here, so a few pairs of thick socks were in order. Thigh highs. They're pretty much like long johns without the top - does that make it out of control top hose? Oh man, I'm cracking really lame jokes. I must be getting old.