Today is the last Monday...

That I will ever be 27. My birthday is this weekend and normally I'd be a big ol' birthday whore but for some reason I'm not feeling it. Maybe it's just the day today, or my exhaustion from last week (midterms) and this weekend (dancing and clubbing), but right now I'm just feeling like a big old pile of "eh."

Friday is dinner with my parents and Erin, Thomas and the kids. On Saturday Aaron is taking me to Pizza Mozza, which is a Mario Batali restaurant. I am SO excited to go, I've been wanting to go for the last few months, but a lack of cash has kept us home. This time we are saying eff it and will go. I'll let you know how it goes.

Then Sunday (which is Easter) we are hanging out with his family at the lake. I'm finding it massively hypocritical that we are doing this. First of all, we're hanging out with the JW's in Aaron's family. Second off, we're not celebrating "Easter," we're having "family day." I mean, WTF? If you want to get together on holidays but don't want to say you're getting together on the holiday, doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of not celebrating holidays? It's fairly fucking ridiculous if you ask me.

I only wish I could say that this is the last Monday I was ever going to be frustrated/annoyed/bewildered by my in-law's.