So as I type this, I am exactly thirtytwenty-nine years and 19 hours old. All in all it wasn’t a bad birthday. My mother-in-law took Gavin for the day, which is so much help considering I have the twins to tackle. My mother and aunt came over and took me to lunch at Chili’s, it’s one of my favorite places to go. The twins slept in their car seats pretty much the whole time. Then my mom and I went to this new store that just opened up, Garden Ridge it’s pretty much like this huge warehouse full of stuff for the home, mostly home decor. We picked up a new area rug for our living room.

I received a great gift from the men in my life and that is a gift certificate to Mystique Day Spa. I can either spend it all on one big spa package including a massage, facial, pedicure, etc. Or I can use it in spurts for a pedicure here and maybe a facial another time, make it last longer. Not sure what I’ll do.

My mom has been diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy. It’s affected the left side of her face. Not a fun thing. It can take three to six months for her to fully get her face back. She has to constantly exercise so that those nerves don’t get lazy and forget how to control her face. She was having difficulty eating her pita sandwich at lunch. She has to continuously blink her eye by hand. We [my aunt and I] tried to make light of it all with her and have dubbed her "right side."  I had to laugh my ass of at one point. We had walked into the store and she wanted to put on some surgical tape over her eye to tape it shut and put her patch on. I pointed out an aisle of mirrors so that she could see what she was doing. She went on ahead. As I caught up and approached where she was, she was just putting her eye patch back on and she lost grip of it and it snapped her in the face. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard, I was crying. Mom said she almost peed her pants from laughing. It was hysterical.

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