Happy Birthday to ME (and me Mum)
|Today is my birthday! Hurray!! (And my mother's birthday, but she never reads this blog because she "doesn't get them", but Happy Birthday Mom! Just in case.)|
Today is the day that I suffer from agoraophobia because bad things happen on my birthday regardless of whether or not I leave the house. Like drama. And getting a year older . . . So far there has been no drama (It is almost noon) and I have yet to venture into the real world for a pedicure. And we all now how dangerous pedicures can be. I could get some nasty fungus infection like Paula Abdul. Rumbles could break out. The manicurists might suddenly go insane and challenge you to fisticuffs. You just really never know, do you?
So this weekend my husband threw a "surprise birthday party" for me that I knew about. Surprise! As it turned out, one of our guests RSVP'ed on voice mail three days before the big event. Hee. Fortunately it wasn't SURPRISE! Look at how dirty my house is. Had ample opportunity to tart up the home. And you know the best part about birthdays is? Friends! Alcohol! Gifts! All of which are yummy and/or fabulous. Thank you family and friends for everything.