Happy Birthday, Donna!

What I wore: 30 days. No outfit repeats. Day 20.
Shoes, Payless. Skirt, Old Navy. Tank, Gap. Jacket, Abercrombie (circa 2002...thanks, 7th grade me)

Today is my momma's birthday! 

I'm not sure how old she is (and if I was sure, I'm not sure she'd want me to share that information on a public forum). The last time I felt confident in knowing my parents' ages was when they turned 38 and 40 and ever since those birthdays, those are the ages they always are in my mind

 (you're welcome, Mom and Dad). 

I would share a funny story about my mom in honor of her birthday 

but most of those stories are embarrassing. 

Okay...so maybe just one story. 

One summer when my brother and I were in high school, our family was sitting down to dinner and somehow we got into a discussion about running, which transgressed into a discussion about who was faster, Mom or Dad, which turned into a challenge.

In the middle of dinner, we got up and went out to the front yard 

and held a race to determine who was the fastest. 

It's important to note here that neither of my parents are runners, 

which made the race all the more hilarious.

The results?

Mom fell down, Dad won, laughter ensued. 

If only there were pictures!

And then, we went back inside and finished eating dinner like nothing had happened.