Birthday Stuff!

I have yet to be late on posting, until now. Yesterday was nutty! I had a midterm in my Intermediate Accounting 2 class and then met up with my mom in downtown SF to do some shopping and grab dinner before going to see Wicked. If you haven't seen Wicked, you must go! It was fantastic! I've been wanting to go for ages, but never got around to going while in London. I told Chris back in November that I wanted to go for my birthday, but do you think he got around to getting the tickets... NO! So, I had to take charge and by the tickets for my mom and I since we had birthdays a few days apart.

Speaking of birthdays, mine was wonderful. Thanks for all the text messages, emails, and messages on facebook/myspace. Chris spoiled me rotten and got me tons of presents.

I got a few books, lots of great bath stuff, a couple different perfumes and 2 Coach bags! What can I say, I have my husband in check! So, he definitely made up for not getting me the tickets to Wicked. On Sunday (my birthday), we went to my mom's house and had dinner and cake.

Chris got me a really cute cake from a place called "Nothing Bundt Cakes". He chose the "center of attention" cake. It totally makes sense because I love my birthday and love people making a big deal over it.
I'm sad that I have to wait a whole year for another birthday. I don't like the idea of getting older, but I love celebrating my birthday. Does that make sense?

As mentioned before, I had an accounting exam on Tuesday. I studied for it like crazy and was even dreaming about it! Doing accounting in your sleep is not fun. Anyways, the worst thing happened. I finished the test and had a couple of minutes to go over it. There was one question that I was a little concerned about, so I thought I would change it a little. I erased it and then the professor called time! I was gutted! I can't believe I would be that stupid to not know how much time I had left. Idiot! Oh, well.

Anyways, not much else to report. I officially hate tax season. Old people should not be able to file their taxes. Old people just bring in all of their receipts and don't understand that it takes me 30 minutes to copy all their crap and then 30 minutes to input all of their retirement. Stupid old people. Hate them.

But I miss you all!