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Last Wk in Pix + 2x2

Newsflash: It's still not Friday. 

On a happier note: I have a few pictures from last week. 

Last week (January 22nd, to be precise) was my birthday! I made Chris and Kelli drive deep in to the valley to the new Yardhouse in Northridge to watch the Clippers v Thunder game and toast to me being older. 

At work, everyone gets cake and decorations for their birthday. The problem was, they didn't know it was my birthday. 
Cake is a big deal. So I let my pal Adriana know that it was my birthday and the next day there was cake and decor. 
Most importantly, cake. 




Saturday we got all gussied up and went out for ma'birthday.
Well, first: we helped Chris move. Which explains the shape their apartment is in in the background. 


Thank goodness this is the only picture we took while we were out, because thing started getting real sloppy on my part not too long after the photo above was taken. I want you to remember me just. like. this. 


Coachella tickets went on sale, and weekend one sold out in five minutes. Five.
Next year I will have the disposable income to grab Coachella tickets without a second thought. This year, just like the last, I will listen to KROQ and attempt to win tickets. 

2x2
Last week I learned:
1.) Speak up when cake is at stake.
2.) Not having to work on Sundays is nice. (I quit my Sunday gig. Hooray for weekends!)

This week I'm looking forward to:
1.) This week being over. I had zero exciting plans this week except that I have zero plans. I can do whatever I want! (Which means lots of sleeping)
2.) Using my final birthday coupon for a Brownie Obsession at TGIFridays (Doing whatever I want also usually includes lots of chocolate).

Hey, it's a slow week. 

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