Technically is was my 34th birthday but every single picture I took was promptly erased when I did backup on my phone. These are the only two pictures I possess and that makes me sad. I don't remember ANYTHING!! Therefore...since it didn't really happen, I'm still 33.
Except this. Which in fact, I remember thinking it was one of my favorite parts of the whole day.
As the doorbell rang, and I opened my front door, I was met by the entire Buck family singing happy birthday to me. I was greeted with two bouquets of balloons and 2 pots of my favorite flower, the hydrangea. As they finished the song, I was then ATTACKED by 6 cans of silly string.
It was epic!!
As epic as balloons and flowers on just another average day can be.
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