Happy Birthday, Aim!

My business trip to San Diego happily coincided with my little sister's birthday. WAIT...I take that back... Since I celebrate an annual 29th birthday, she officially passed me up last year. She said her actual birthday was kind of lackluster. It consisted of taking Caleb to get his haircut as he screamed bloody murder, picking me up from the airport, and finding out that the florist delivered her flowers to the wrong address. Bummer! So we did go out for a pedicure to celebrate.

Now let me put it bluntly: I HATE FEET! I would rather be a proctologist than a podiatrist (as it is, I am a dentist, which is probably more bacteria laden than either of those choices. Go figure!). So the idea of entering a temple of feet was a little horrifying to me. I'd do it for Amy, though.

When we first got there, it was entirely peer pressure that got me to put my feet into the blue swirling water. I watched, horrified, as it bubbled and frothed before me. I wondered silently how many people's foot sluff was brewing in that tub. I looked around, trying not to make eye contact with anybody's tootsies, and saw that everybody was doing it without hesitation, so why not me? I then happily observed one of the workers draining and scrubbing the adjacent chair as my neighbor departed, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I have no idea where this foot phobia came from, but it is what it is. Here's a picture of me trying to keep it together.

Jeff entitled the following picture "May the force be with you... and make you wear turquoise." He believes there is a cosmic force that calls out to Amy and I and whispers to us what color to wear whenever we see eachother. It's much more than coincidence, as it happens ALL THE TIME! So Amy, the next time you see me I will be wearing a black cap and gown. Even though you are also graduating next month, don't show up wearing the same thing... No matter what the force whispers. It might get a little embarrassing.

We got the chance to have a proper birthday celebration at my mom's house a couple days after the fact and had a great time swimming, playing games, and eating a home cooked Mom feast. Caleb, you've got a little something on your cheek... Oh, and on your chin... And I'm pretty sure there's a little in your eye... And up your nose... And I'm not sure if you were trying to style your hair, but you got a little something in there, too. Did you get any in your mouth?
Grandpa Chuck in his Irish t-shirt, eating his shredded pork tacos and latkes. When the night was over, I got a Swedish goodbye from Mom (It was kind of an international bonanza). See you all in June!