Another year older...

I turned 26 last week. Yup, no more pounding my fists on the table and whining that I'm 25 when someone mistakes me for a pre-teen.

I'm officially 26.
Officially... ancient.
Sigh.

But at least the day was nice.

Abby curbed my but-it's-my-birthday pouting potential at our 6 a.m. workout with a sweet card. Our super-intense instructor that day, however, did not get the "It's Andi's birthday so try not to leave her abs too sore" memo.

Gretchen--my co-worker--likes birthdays and decided I needed to embrace the celebration. She made it rather easy by giving me a hilarious musical card--which rang out, "Conga" by Miami Sound Machine, to the kids' delight--and a Starbucks giftcard (!!!!). And she surprised me with monkey-themed cupcakes for snack. How sweet, right?

Our darling KK fell in love with the monkey rings and insisted I wear mine for the remainder of the day. And the next day. You see, she saw mine in the trash and was very concerned. "Miss An'i, your monkey! Where'd your monkey go?!" She also sang "Happy Birthday" all on her own. And this from a girl with very limited verbal skills. So special.

Eric, for his part, gave me an apron.
Yes, an apron.

Which was actually a joke gift, but I think I thew him by loving it. It's so cute! I hung it in his kitchen and intend to wear it next time I'm playing house there (ie: making dinner).

So, all in all, a pretty low-key birthday. Just the way I like it.

(I'm 26. Pound, pound, pound.)