Happy birthday to me...

So I have been working on my master’s project pretty intensely these past few weeks since I had no other choice (I like to procrastinate until it comes down to the wire). It involved developing a two day training on a type of therapy for a group of 35-40 people. This went from 9am till 5am Wednesday and friday. Basically it was a lot of material to gather, plan and prepare. My punishment for choosing a master’s project instead of a thesis…I had to present on my birthday. I did my best to not let anyone know it was my birthday to save any possible embarrassment but I guess the man upstairs wasn’t going to help me too much on that one.
My advisor and co-presenter got word and decided that it would be a good idea to have everyone in the class sing to me before we had even introduced ourselves. Then my wonderful cohort brought me a cinnamon roll with candles on top and sang to me again. They only put two candles on top though cause no one would have guessed I am 29 years old! Yeah, that’s right almost thirty and no posterity. I am a failure by Mormon standards.
Anyway the training went pretty well and I felt so relieved when we finally finished everything up for the day. I came home and had delicious chocolate cloud that Britt made for me and we just sat and watched episodes of Friends. Britt got me some cool running shoes for my birthday (even though we said we weren’t going to do any presents) that we just found out are bad for my knees, hips, back, and pretty much everything else. (that’s what you get when you live with someone who works in athletic training)