Yes, I am tooting my own horn. And frankly, I don’t care. Normally I don’t do much about hinting about my birthday or reminding people or that sort of thing. But for some reason, I mentally became 5 years old this year and went about telling all sorts of folks that today is my birthday. So thanks to all of you that are sweet enough to patronize me and wished me a happy birthday. I truly appreciated it.
My lovely family also got me some nice gifts. My mom and step-dad, and Justin, got me gift cards to the spa where I get my hair done (wee, facial!); my dad and stepmom got me a cool wine tasting kit; my co-worker got me a bottle of wine (yum!); and my kids got me a gigantic package of StriVectin-SD cream from Costco. And a card wishing me happy birthday and apologizing for the 18-months worth of stretch marks. I’m not kidding.
Happy Birthday Mama…now feed me so I can get fat enough to fill in my dimples!
OOH…update….my mom made and sent kalachkis…a Hungarian cookie (I always thought they were Polish, but um, the Internets tells me otherwise), and my big little brother (younger, yet much taller) sent me a gift card for the Cellar Online to buy myself some wine (nice rhyme!). Thanks guys!!!!
Comments are closed.