i think i have a problem...

Last Monday was my birthday.  It was easily the best one I've ever had.

It all started Sunday...I had a 3 hour uninterrupted nap. 

Alone. 

It was divine.

That night, my sweet husband had a few friends over for dessert to celebrate...it was a surprise.  I jumped and almost cussed when I walked in the door and everyone screamed at me. 

We had delicious cheesecake and there was lots of talking. 

I actually lost my voice.

But it was totally worth it.

The next morning I woke and decided the day would be best spent thrifting.

And it was.

Look what I found: 

I think I have a problem.  I can't see one of these without buying it. 
So what started as a cute owl trivet purchase has quickly turned into a family of 8....and a weird obsession.
They live on my green credenza. 
And I think I should stop buying them...because it's getting kind of creepy.
Also I found a new thrift store in town called Thrift City. 
It definitely is competition for the Will. 
I found AMAZING clothes (which I definitely need more of) for $.50-$1.50. 
It was like a humongous yard sale.

My mom and dad gave me a watch (which I've become a collector of) and I love it:

My wrist looks totally manly in that picture...I'm not sure why.  And the hair on my arm doesn't help the cause.
It's a harm...that's hand/arm.
King of like cankle.
I feel like I'm getting off track here.

About a year ago I was talking to my friend Lisa about a little old shack that I've fallen in love with.  It sits right off the highway and we pass it every time we drive into/out of town...have I mentioned that Forest Grove is in the middle of NOWHERE?? 
It is.
So the shack is practically falling over and hasn't been cared for in years.  For some reason I really love it...and when we move away and leave this life in Oregon, I know this is one of the things that will stick out in my mind.
She's an amazing photographer, and for my birthday she gave me this framed print...:

...and truffles of course. 
Everyone should have a friend like her.

Dylan is sending me to the spa for my birthday...it really is the best gift ever.  It's a facial, massage, manicure, and pedicure.  And I plan to go to lunch afterwards.  And rumor has it that there are some bins near there...which I've never been to.  It's going to be 4 hours of total relaxation. 
Not to rub it in.
But I'm pretty excited.

I received calls, texts, treats, and gifts on my birthday.  I felt completely spoiled.
It was wonderful.

Oh, and this has nothing to do with owl hoarding or birthdays, but Beckham has been potty training for 2 days.  And has only had 1 accident. 
I'm sure it's a fluke, but it's thrilling really.
I just keep thinking about how this is the last time I'll ever potty train again.
And I'm pretty excited about it.

xo,
tracy
ps: I got a HUMONGOUS mirror at a yard sale this weekend and can't wait to repaint it.  Hopefully tomorrow.