We're home...
Productive day

Thoughts on 31

When Helen turned 31 she said she felt that she was really in her 30s.  30 was jsut the end of her 20s but 31, there's no turning back.  It felt more real.  I understood her at the time, but now that I'm here myself, and I feel it, it's a much stronger feeling, I get it...  in other words, argh, I'm old LOL!!!

Birthday treats (and uglies)

MIL took Jacques and Anthony for the night so that Matthieu could take Philippe and me out to a fancy-scmancy dinner
a mini snow storm, leaving us with about 10cm!!  Got some photos today!!

a fussy baby not letting me scrap book last night
another cold
food poisoning from said fancy dinner at 2am
early morning presents (thanks mom & dad,  Helen & Paul and Magaly & Eric) I opened them as soon as I got up, if I was young I would have opened them after ralphing at 2 am
eating my breakfast at the computer, though very carefully
not being able to eat a proper lunch because fab people kept calling to wish me a happy birthday!!
taking a nice long nap

not having Matthieu home tonight