Hmmm. 1991 wasn't such a good year. Well, I got married June 15th, but I had a miscarriage on January 16th and dealt with the fallout from that until my 17th birthday on June 13th, when I moved out of my Dad's house. I don't regret anything, though. Jeff and I are still happily married after 11 years this month.

Well, I'm going shopping with Leigh today and then she's buying me dinner tonight for my birthday. I know it's early, but next weekend Jeff and I will celebrate our 11th anniversary. I think we're going to the gun and knife show which is next to the flea market where we got all the cool silver jewelry. I told him he could buy me an automatic. Of course, I'll probably end up with some jewelry, too. Who says I have too much jewelry? Screw them!

Anyway, we're going to this hoity-toity mall which has a Sephora and a BareEscentuals. That's the only reason I'm going. My loaded brother and his wife shop there, but I always feel like they'll find out I'm not supposed to be there and kick me out. "Sorry, ma'am. You make below $100,000 a year. Brutus? Escort her to the exit." I love the Sephora website, so I'm sure we'll be mesmerized in the store. I have a thing about lip gloss and toenail polish (and shoes, and shirts, and jeans - more on the jeans in a sec). I always end up buying more than I could ever use.