So 20 years ago, I was really dreading not being a teen-ager any more. It really bugged me. SO, on the big day, my friends, who were really sensitive to my 'depression', gave me a card that told me how they had been watching 20/20 the night before and they saw 20 people with 20 children with 20 illnesses and 20 blah blah blah - you get the picture...
You'd think 20 years later I'd be twice as sad.
...and you'd be right ... j/k
This time around, my very YOUNG friend Whittney gave me a whole slew of gifts designed to help the elderly ease into the rest home with more comfort.
e.g. Old people need warm socks and sweaters because their circulation is going.
Old people need large print playing cards to entertain at the nursing home and be able to see what they're playing.
Old people might as well drink regular Mountain Dew because their metabolism is shot anyway so live it up.
Old people sit and do puzzles until they just die...
Seriously though, BB made the experience a big deal in a good way. We ran a half marathon a few weeks before and had a great time on the day of with a bunch of good friends and family. BB gave me surfing lessons for my 40th birthday to be taken next fall in Hawaii. So, all in all, not a bad day...

Great fun with great friends (one of which brought 40 bottles of diet coke) and NO black balloons!


Now this is friendship... she's one of the biggest byu fans I've ever met...