Well I am having a pretty good birthday week... and yes it's a birthday week.. you only turn 35 once ... and I am celebrating all damned week :P
I woke up to the sounds of My hubby in the kitchen which can be a scary thing at times. He is a very good cook, but man he can mess up a kitchen. Anyway, I walk into the kitchen and he shews Me out... He was trying to get My birthday cake made before I woke up.
There was a birthday sign on My bathroom mirror from the princess... it was cute. My pixi came over and spent the day with Me. other friends stopped by throughout the day.
Pixi took some great pictures of Me...I realized I am pretty damn cute for 35. I remember when that seemed old. It does not seem so old any more. I feel more alive than I ever have. I feel more free. I don't care what other people think or say about Me. I did not know life could be so much fun, and I hear it only gets better from here on out. When I do get old ... I am going to have some great stories to tell!
