I am officially forty-one years old. Yikes. When did that happen?
I refuse to allow myself to wallow in self pity on today of all days. I don't fancy myself someone special or unique but I figure, at the very least, I deserve to treat myself nicely on my birthday.
So.. in the morning the diva and I are going to take a detour on our way home and do a little birthday shopping therapy. Some school things for her and a book or two for me or maybe some new clothes or heck, both! Then we'll head home. Where I'm sure I'll find the house in a state of moderate to catastrophic chaos and he will be nowhere in sight. However I'm not going to get myself in a tizzy over it. I'm not cleaning it up either. Not on my birthday. :)
Instead I am going to plant my rear end out by the pool with a book and something frosty and alcoholic. I'm not a drinker but someone told it'd be ok for me to indulge in one alcoholic beverage on my birthday. :) So... one it is. More than that and I risk getting stupid drunk. I'm a lightweight. :)
Happy Birthday to me:)