33...that is a lot of fire! my sister and i always call each other and share funnies for the day, silly things our kids say. her boys were asked the question, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" one said, "a helicopter." the other said, "still toby with no job." i guess turning 33 means i must be all grown up and what am i? i am just plain lucky. i think i have the most thoughtful husband around with which makes turning 33 all good. (one of the cakes dave made me) 
(my birthday stash)
birthday treats:
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breakfast in bed with kai-my favorite flowers
-waking up to a birthday stash
-deluxe bingo set from abe
-a cake buffet made by dave
(dave invited friends over for cake and ice cream but all we had was wheat flour so we ended up with some interestingly, healthy cakes and yummy root beer floats...it was a treat just watching him bake)
-new kitchen rug and dishes (these were very exciting gifts, which proves i am old)
-a break from cleaning bathrooms
(house keeper for three months)
really, the best gift was seeing all the effort dave put into making it a good day for me. he is definitely a keeper... and so is the housekeeper. she came yesterday and it was fabulous! thanks dave, i heart you.... a yot!
