Do what you gotta do. . .

All while growing up, people used to constantly question me and Molly what it was like having to share a birthday with someone else. Well-- it must not have been too tragic if 27 years later, and 1846 miles apart, we still attempt it!

We do birthdays different each year. Present, no present? This year (like Christmas) it was a get yourself a present to open in front of each other over the ichat. Of course- just like every year, we couldn't wait the week to show each other what we got so we ended up telling. . . so then we didn't have to wrap them either. Ha. . . guess it kind of takes the fun out of things. Oh well!
Happy Birthday Molly!