It's really not my birthday yet.

This all started in July.

Seriously, people--it's not my birthday. Miss Lauren Claspell, soon to be Sister Claspell, decided that it was my birthday in July. It's in September. She forced me to go to some ice cream joint that made me dance, yodel, and eat three huge bowls of ice cream. We (Karina, Lauren, and I) finished them. In case you wanted to know.

Next thing you know Jenna's fixing to take me to blow glass for my birthday in August. That one didn't end up working out so well though, so that's alright. And then we're making plans for mine and Lily's combined birthday party in September (ACTUALLY my birthday) so that we can celebrate together.

Still in August, however, I am up at Teri's house and celebrating Maren's birthday (ON her birthday). I pick up a postcard I think is funny, turn it over, and see my own name with a Happy Birthday banner and an iTunes gift card. "Oh yeah, that's for you," she says. "Happy Birthday!" she says.

Now I have friends here wanting to plan a party or some such. Here's the thing--I don't really like celebrating my birthday. It makes me a smidgen uncomfortable. I don't accept service well, perhaps, and I seriously don't like people spending any money on me. I'm not a partier, either, and what I hate the most is a party centered around me. I don't know how it's going to pan out....BUT, if there's anything I do know, it's that my friends and family are the best. Period. Even if they are going to/already did try to kill me with a birthday party or something like it.  I couldn't be luckier.