my birthday was good fun.
our camera died in the afternoon,
so we were forced to use phone camera for the day.
first was lunch with Matt at Ruth's
then birthday cake courtesy of Matt.
(complete with makeshift "candles")
birthday bowling:
celebratory jersey shore-style dancing
after bowling, we were on our way home when the car turned off and Matt said "yeah.. I think we're out of gas". I of course panicked, and kept saying things like "stay calm", even though everyone but me was calm. We managed to coast all the way into a Rent-A-Center parking lot. I was preparing myself for hours of waiting. They called their friend Grady, and I think we waited for about 6 minutes total before we were on our way again.
I spent all 6 of those minutes asking things like:
"what if we're here all night?"
"what if we have to walk home?"
"what if a cop comes and asks us what we're doing?"
"what if Grady can't find us?"
I don't know why I insist on being so unreasonable all the time.
but if I don't worry about these things, who will?