When You Think About It, It’s Really Just My Age. Times Two.

Birthdays are strange in the sense that as we get older, is seems like we have so many so often that they start to lose their luster.

No longer do they represent a special day where people lavish us with gifts for something over which we never had any control — being born. Instead, they represent aging. Deterioration. They turn from something to celebrate into something to dread.

It’s the birthday curdle.

And it’s a terrible thing.

Or at least, it is if you let it.

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Today Katie’s an Old Lady…

Ok, I know I promised to post about our weekend shenanigans—and we will get around to it soon enough, I promise.

But, for now, that will have to wait because I have big news. Huge news. Ginormous news.

And that news is…

Today is Katie’s birthday.

That’s right, folks: Twenty-eight years ago to this very day, this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, smunchy-cheeked little munchkin:

Made her grand debut into the world.

Even in her early years, you could see the kind of person she’d grow up to be…

Sunny:

Smart:

Hmm, the Dow Jones is down 50 points. Better sell.

Stylish:

Work those puffy sleeves, girlfriend.

Shameless:

To this day, she stills finds any excuse to expose her belly.

Sometimes, uh, sleeping:

And sassy:

So very. Very. Sassy.

Little Katie is not amused.

So let’s all embarrass Katie horribly by celebrating the day that sunny, smart, stylish, shameless, sometimes sleeping, sassy, smunchy-cheeked munchkin decided to join the party.

‘Cause the party just wouldn’t have been the same without her.