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It's my birthday...I'm 27. I'm not really sure how I feel about that. It's very much on the other side of 25, and kind of committing to 30. I know 30s not old, and all people older than me are now scoffing at this post, but it's the first time I've been 27, ok? Lay off.

My dad's mom used to tell them every birthday, "This is just like the day you were born." I get a kick out of that, no matter what the weather was, it was always the same. My dad said that today's weather truly was like the day I was born. Ha. I couldn't really find an evidence on the Internet to corroborate his story.

My wonderful co-workers made a little deal over me and we had ice cream cake.

So far, 27 feels like 26, only fatter.