I was so over being 23-years-old and could not wait for my 24th birthday.
I think I disliked 23 for many reasons; It did not have the same ring as “22” and it’s also an odd number.
I prefer even numbers as they are divisible by the number two which is my favorite/lucky number.
I wanted to have a very casual birthday and began my festivities at The Hudson for bottomless mimosas on Sunday.
Tuesday, (my actual day of birth) started wonderfully since my fabulous co-workers surprised me with lots of goodies.
I was very busy on Tuesday, and did not have time to check the numerous Facebook notifications as well as texts. (They were much appreciated!)
a Real Housewives of Atlanta themed card from my friend John
Snowmen cupcakes taken from my ‘Holiday Cheer’ pinterest board and made by my co-worker Meg.
At one point in the morning I saw my mom had text me saying, “Emily Schuman wished you a happy birthday on Instagram?”
My fabulous co-worker/cubemate/friend Meg had set this up and she still will not tell me how it came about.
When I came home, my aunt kept telling me how she could not wait for me to open my gift.
My aunt must have gotten confused by my love for llamas, as a love for camels.
Her gift to me was a certificate of adoption for a camel.
It was too funny.
I had so much chardonnay I have been SOS all day.
Here’s to not being 23 anymore!