Twenty-somethings

Officially in my mid-twenties and I think it came at the perfect time.  Twas my first married birthday, which is odd, because you wake up and someone IMMEDIATELY wishes you a happy birthday.  For those of us who love birthdays, this is MAGICAL.  Lawry told me I had to take extra long in the shower and that I could not step out into the main living area of Chez Wambrano.  But, when I did, I found...

BIRTHDAY DECOR! And a partially dressed hubbo, who had been making:

Birthday (pan)Cake(s)! Complete with candles and hat.

Rusty got up at 4 am to decorate the eating nook and he had been secretly blowing up balloons in his car and storing them in his trunk all week long.

This wasn't all though... we had been planning on my parents coming into town, but when they didn't the Mrrrrr went into stellar by-the-seat-of-his-pants mode.  We went antiquing in downtown Bryan, so I went up to the counter to purchase these in honor of the new addition to my last name.

(LETTERPRESS! backwards like Da Vinci)

As I was purchasing, the shop-owner says to me:

"This a good find! And it's your birthday today, too isn't it?"

My facial expression response to her can be summed up with these words:  "What t-shirt am I wearing? Does it say birthday on it?  Do I smell like birthday?"

Rusty had told them to wish me a happy birthday, because I often joke that everyone everywhere is celebrating my birthday.  It was the best.

Getting used to the new name (more on that later),

MJ