This week is my birthday (Friday, if you’re interested in sending gifts!) and Hubby always makes a big deal out of birthdays. So this whole week is sort of a tribute to me! (And I am so not complaining!)I read a lot, but I rarely have magazines. I’m not sure the reason for this, but it just works out that way. I typically flip through them when visiting our parents or read the major articles online. But for whatever strange reason, for my birthday week Hubby bought me a few magazines.

Yesterday while Wuzzle was napping, I enjoyed lounging out with a Diet Coke and reading the latest issue of Self. There were a few articles I found interesting, especially considering my attempt at losing weight. I had earmarked some I wanted to tear out and keep. (Yes, I have a folder of magazine articles that I keep.)

After about an hour of this, my Diet Coke was empty and I needed a refill. With Wuzzle still napping, I snuck away to the truck stop. Assuming (possibly foolishly) that my husband was going to keep an eye on our baby should she awake; I left my magazine laying open on the bed.

I was gone for maybe ten minutes. (I stopped to browse the souvenier stand, looking for the perfect postcard to send to a friend.)

I returned to the truck, anxious to get back to reading, only to find this: