Yes, it's true- Tim is older than I am for the next 9 months. You'd think I could take advantage of this time to feel young or something, but really it just messes with my mind. I end up not knowing how old I am until my next birthday. Maybe I should just move my birthday to Tim's and be done with the whole thing.
We already had presents for Tim (he picked them out himself. I know, I'm pathetic), but at the last minute I took the kids to the dollar store so they could have something to give him, too.
For himself, Tim had chosen a copy of the new Spanish Bible and Book of Mormon and the Tabernacle Choir/King Singer's Christmas CD. Mom and Dad gave him what he really wanted: the latest installment in the Peanuts collection (1970-74). From the dollar store, Tim ended up with a Christmas tie that plays "Silent Night," a snow globe, popcorn, peanut butter cups, a mouse pad, and a book about coaching. We're all about cheap variety around here.
Empanadas and Dulce du Leche cake rounded out the evening. And now the countdown to 40 starts....
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