Yesterday was my birthday, and no, I did not make a big deal about it. Actually, I didn't make any sort of kerfuffle. To me it was another year, another day. Brett and I were discussing the other day that after a certain age (19 in his opinion since that's the legal drinking age in Canada, and I say 21 cause then you would be legal anywhere in the world), you really don't make a huge deal about the day you were born. Not unless you are one of those people who strive for attention any way you can get it and therefore like to fish for birthday wishes by telling every single person you come into contact with that it's your birthday...but I digress (it's been a long week at work!). I only felt compelled to say something here on the old blog solely for blog fodder that isn't knitting related. I hang my head in shame!
I really didn't have any plans for my so-called big day and truthfully, didn't really give it much thought until Brett asked me how I wanted to spend my day. In the end I took a nap with the Munchkin (while Brett cleaned the house and did dishes!) before the 3 of us headed out to UVic to enjoy the sun and a game of "catch the bunny rabbits", meaning Brett and I watched and laughed as the giggling Munchkin ran after bunnies (and he did so with a stick!) and tried to coax them out from under the trees with offerings of pine cones (don't ask, he's a toddler!). After a lovely drive and some cavorting around town, Brett made me a fantastic seafood dinner that ended with a mini birthday cake.