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(Picture not taken today. Today is crappy --- weather-wise, that is.)
I'm 27 today.
Didn't really consider myself 27 until around 3 in the afternoon, 'cause that's when I was born...though, I didn't really want to reflect so much on the particulars of being born, as much as the fact that 27 years ago today, at 1:45 p.m., I wasn't here, but after 3 p.m., I was.
Though, it got me thinking. Do we really start existing at that precise moment we come barrelling out of the birth canal or is at the moment of conception?
Just something I've been thinking about.
My sisters got me this hilarious card that said something along the lines of how I'm the only one who understands...just how much our mother gets on their nerves.
Mom wasn't amused.
Sister 2 signed it, "#2 (like poo)", which made me laugh.
Sister 3 also sent an e-card this morning. The card said something about how, out of all the people in the world, there wasn't anyone quite like me...except for mom.
That made me laugh, too, 'cause in the midst of doing a reno job in the basement, Sister 2 noted that mom and I can't seem to speak to each other without a slight hysterical edge creeping into my voice. Sister 2 told me I needed to learn to use my "indoor voice."
Sister 3 got me these really cool picture frames. I decided it was time to do the annual "purge" and I've basically stripped my room back so it resembles what the best friend calls "the nun's cell look." Now, I only have six sets of pics (my own) framed and mounted on the wall. I've taken down all the other pictures 'cause it was beginning to look cluttered. Maybe, when I move into my own place, I'll go nuts again and have enough pictures and artwork up so my place will look like a gallery.