The neverending birthday.

I've officially survived the few days of twenty-seven.

Thank you everyone for your support.

Since my husband and family pretty much knew that this birthday was bumming me out, I might or might not have gotten a bunch of presents to try and lure me out of my birthday funk.

Including, from my wonderful husband, this beautiful Coach bag:

Isn't it lovely? You can't tell from the picture, but it's actually quite large, which clearly, is a necessity since I like to carry around a bunch of crap.

And he picked it out all by himself!

(Allegedly.)

My mom decided to get me a bunch of little things, since according to her I am "the girl who has everything."

(Allegedly.)

Some of her pretty gifties:

a business card holder

and a compact

this laptop desk

and some pajamas and jeans.

Plus, the absolute necessity: The Birthday Pedicure.

On Tuesday night, my mom and my in-laws and Hubs and his brother took me to dinner at...

The Red Lobster.

And everyone made fun of me.

"Out of all the restaurants in San Diego, you pick THE RED LOBSTER??"

(You have to put "the" in front of it. It just sounds better.)

But I love it. I love the cheesy biscuit goodness. I love the salt-rubbed baked potatoes. I love the sweet snow crab legs. Sue me. I know it's not fancy. But sometimes, a girl just wants to sit down, get her hands dirty, and eat some reasonably priced crab.

(However, I do not enjoy the lobster tank in the waiting area. It makes me tear up a little. I don't like seeing my food alive before I eat it. Therefore, I do not order lobster at The Red Lobster.)

My in laws gave me this:

and this

and best of all, a Steve Madden gift card.

All in all, it was a pretty good birthday. Even though it was my twenty-seventh.

Le sigh.

(P.S. I linked all my goodies, in case anyone wants to check this stuff out!)