Andy turned 27 years old on Friday, November 5th. I don’t think he was that excited to get a year older, but I kind of was. You see, until Friday, I was 28 while Andy was only 26. (I am a year and 3 months older than Andy.) Now that I’m still 28 and he is 27, that sounds a lot better to me. Still, it kind of stinks that he will never catch up to me.
To celebrate Andy’s birthday, on Friday we went to Fuddrucker’s with his family. On Saturday, we went to church, then to Comedy Sportz and finally to Doolittle’s Air Cafe.
Almost needless to say, we barely made any progress on wedding plans this weekend because we were so busy. Just 53 more days!