Our birthdays are so close together that we just ‘celebrate’ it on a day after ours. They are only a day apart after all. I’m going to be 27 tomorrow. I’ve almost been alive for 30 years. That’s insane to think. Of course I still feel like the 14 year old brat I was. Oh wait, I still am, only worse and with more years on me!

Trevor got that job he wanted. Finally! I think it had something to do with Carrie, our neighbor, who also works there. She put in a good word for him and her nephew which is Trevor’s best friend. So they, of course, both got the job. So, that’s a good thing and he’s awfully happy about it. We all are. His second option was going to be the military if he didn’t get a job and didn’t get into the electrician thing he wants. Which he is to still hear from.

So, tomorrow, on my birthday, my plans are to take Trevor to finally do his driving test and get his permit. Thankfully for him he doesn’t have to do his test in the Presidential (the Suburban) as he doesn’t like driving it for some reason.

I took my drive test in it, it’s not hard. So he has the Oldsmobile to take his test in.

I’m sure he’ll do fine though. He better!