Birthdays, Journals, and Colds

Seven days, my friends. SEVEN. I will stop being a teenage wife and start being a non-teenage wife. It's going to be great.

My friend Elyssa came to town for the week. By "to town" I mean not really that close, but Newport (close enough!!). Her family was going to a Dogder's game, and of course she didn't want to go (who would? my feelings on baseball are mostly negative. I like hot dogs though...), so we met up in LA and spent the evening in Pasadena. Rubio's for dinner, then shopping (we spent most of the time in a really cool bookstore) then back to LA. She bought me a really gorgeous journal for my birthday. I love it so much! Can't wait to fill it.

I'm really sick with pretty much everything you could be sick with. Fever, post nasal drip, sore throat, cough, runny nose, runny eyes, nausea, swelling everywhere. You know. The good stuff. Not pregnant, I promise.

(Also, I love parenthetical statements)