Here's a sneak peak of the cause of my exhaustion.
See, Megan and Laura, you did meet at my 15th birthday in 1994. This is the year we started at my house, walked to Coco's for dinner and then walked to our high school for a football game. Fun times. Poor Elisa got stuck in a light beam, one of the dangers of taking pictures with film. There's Elisa. And me.
My 16th birthday. This is the only picture I have of the entire day. I don't even have a picture of me. Think I could have been on that show My Super Sweet 16? This is the year that we went to Zachary's pizza and then gave our leftovers to some hot guys and then were mad about not having leftover pizza later. 1996
My 17th birthday. Karen and Laura took me to lunch. I am so, so, so, so glad that I went to a plastic surgeon and had that freckle on my forehead taken off when I turned 18.
My 19th birthday in Chicago. The last time, prior to this year, that Laura, Karen, Chelsea and I were together on my birthday. This is not a good pictures. Another hazard of using film.
Later that night we went to an improv comedy club. We were all so pretty and didn't even realize it. Which bring us to 2010. My 31st birthday. Last week. We're in the same positions as in Chicago. That wasn't even planned, which makes it all the more awesome.
This blog post could have been better. There was potential for funny stories and witty comments. I just can't do it. I have my limits. I can't do anything but drag myself to bed right now.
Next up: Spencer's 3rd Birthday Party, complete with funny stories, witty comments AND cute pictures of cute kids.