Today is my birthday. I am 29…again. We’re not doing much special because we spent all our $ in Colorado.
D and I are going out to eat tonight, and then on Friday we’re going to see the Bourne Ultimatum. I am quite fond of Jason Bourne. He’s bad, or cool, or fat, or whatever those words translate too in today’s popular culture. (Hummm, am I showing my 29+ age here?)
I have to admit, I’m a bit tired of birthdays when mine comes around. 4 out of the 6 of us have birthdays within 5 weeks of each other, with D’s being only 4 weeks after that. A is the only one who gets her own birthday in March. By the time mine rolls around I’m just flat tired of birthdays.
However, I’m happy to not make dinner and eat cake. I’m always up for cake. Especially chocolate cake.
D always takes our kids out to buy me gifts. He lets them pick what they want. Last year I got some orange and royal blue fingernail polish. I always love to see what the kids pick out for me. They make me smile.
I’ll let you know what my creative little ones picked this time.
Ahh, and by the way, there will be no photo collage of my growing up years. I do have some pride left.