Today is my birthday. I’m now officially 37. I like to think of it more as celebrating 35 for the second time. I think this is the birthday where I begin to celebrate 35 every year.
I am so old that i have to REMEMBER turning 35… because i already did it…. TWICE.
I’ve never been a big fan of my birthday, but now that my kids understand it, it’s more fun. My daughter is convinced we are going to Chuck E Cheese tonight for dinner. Apparently we need to work on vocabulary because “Hell No” hasn’t rung a bell for her.
In fact, my husband is taking me out tonight without the kids. I should be looking forward to that, but i kind of want them with me to celebrate… family dinner is tomorrow night, though.
So between all of those shared facts, i now know i’m OLD.
I woke up and my first thought was, “Woohoo! My rules today! Yoga pants and braless ALL DAY!”
when i was in my 20’s and early 30’s, my birthday was an excuse to get all gussied up and feel pretty. Now i just throw on some eyeliner and shadow behind my glasses after donning ‘comfy clothes’ and that cuts it.
Also, my expectations stop at a nice yummy dinner. If i could have any wish granted today it would be the ability to eat anything and not gain weight from it. Food is my guilty pleasure and if i could get a burrito bouquet or a french fry basket, i’d be over the moon.
Maybe I should head back to Weight Watchers … ?