Wow. What a difference a year makes.
Today's my birthday and I've been getting calls, emails, and "Happy Birthday, Man"s shouted at me in the halls all day. As I was technically born somewhere around noon thirty on the East Coast, I'm now about 29 and five hours old. It feels odd to think of your age in terms of hours. I found some horrible-looking online calculator and, according to it, I'm the following:
- 254,208 hours old
- 15,252,480 minutes old
What I find funniest about that webpage, though, is the text at the top that says "Know your AGE." If you're looking at www.maths.hscripts.com to find out your age, you have much more serious issues than how many minutes old you are.
Anyway, I say "what a difference a year makes" because last year (and the year before that) were pretty low-key birthdays. Amanda has consistently been incredibly sweet about my birthdays. She always has something planned and always makes me feel very special.
My family, on the other hand, forgot to call me two years in a row on my birthday. Today, though, I heard from them all; so, all's forgiven.
I'm anxious to get home and see what Amanda has up her sleeve. She's been teasing me for about a week now by dancing around the apartment singing "I can't wait until your birthday!" It's been cute; but now it's my birthday and I really just want the suspense to be over. : )