You know you're getting old when...

As many of you know, yesterday was my birthday. Thanks everyone for the cards and comments on my myspace page! But I think I might be the biggest idiot. I have been talking on my blogs and making reference to this being the last year in my 20's...and about how I have another year until I get my 30th birthday tattoo. Well, I realized the night before my birthday that I'm turning 28. Not 29. This is the first time in my whole life that I have forgotten how old I am! It'll probably only go downhill from here, I'm afraid!

So yesterday was my big day. I have been trying to figure out all day if I would actually call yesterday a good day or a bad day...I think it was both. For the last 3 or 4 years, for my birthday I have requested of Josh that he take the day off and we get to go have a "me" day and I get to do anything I want. This year I decided that I wanted to go to Seattle. So with that being said..I am going to make a list of everything that happened yesterday and rate it with "good" or "bad".

Waking up early...bad.
Stepping on the scale and losing another pound...good.
Getting Coffee for free with my gift certificate...good. (Thanks Allison!)
Driving 3 hours to Seattle...mixed bag. I was still pretty sleepy and we didn't talk much.
Going to the first three places we had mapped out and finding the prices to be be high and one of the stores to be closed...bad.
Going downtown Seattle and driving around for 20-30 minutes to find a parking spot...bad.
Walking around Seattle and Pikes Place Market...Good.
Making the decision to eat whatever I wanted for the day and not to worry about it...bad.
Eating lunch at a 50's themed restaurant...good.
Ordering onion rings, a chili dog and an oreo milkshake for lunch...good.
Finding a really cool antique shop...good.
Getting into a fight with Josh and making me cry...very bad.
My internal system "protesting" to my choice of lunch...bad.
Finding a beach and walking for about 1.5 hours and finding lots of cool shells for the boys...good.
Heading in the direction of home and deciding to go to Old Spaghetti Factory in Tacoma for dinner...good.
Ordering lasagne...good.
Talking on the way home...good.
Coming home to 5 sleeping children, a very tired mother-in-law, but a very clean house...good. (Thanks, Donna!)
Going to bed...good.
Waking up at 11pm with a raging stomach ache and having to get up and throw up all my lasagne...bad.
Throwing up again...bad.
Josh giving me the "bright side" in saying that at least I won't have gained back my lost pound...well, kind of funny.
Spending the next 3 hours in misery...bad.
Finally getting up and walking around and realizing that my stomach actually seemed fine...good.
Finally being able to sleep at 3 am...good.

So..that was my day reduced to list form. Interesting, huh? So looking back, I still can't decide if it was a good day or a bad day. I guess if nothing else, it was memorable!