Today I turned 29.
I hate my job.
I cant seem to get pregnant.
I have moved more times than your average gypsy.
I have no money.
I'm on my second marriage.
And I am in debt up to my friggin eyes. Which by the way is so not my fault!
This is not how I pictured my life at age 29. Not even close. Not even if I squint my eyes and tilt my head.
I have a husband who loves me (most of me, most of the time) and I am a proud mama to probably the worlds smartest and sweetest 8 year old monkey EVER.
It could definitely be worse. =)
So...Happy Birthday to me!