Birthday and Dinner and Friends, Oh MY!

Me on my 32'nd Birthday

So, I've been a little busy lately. I may have previously mentioned that I love my birthday. It's the one day that is all about me. I may actually still be celebrating, technically. More on that later.


My morning started with wonderful intentions from my husband. Poor man...


He barged into our bedroom at 7:00am and loudly said, "Happy Birthday! I made you breakfast in bed!" I went to bed after 3:00am the night before. I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock and said, "Why in the world would you wake me up at 7:00am!??" Poor man.


I rolled right back over and sulked until I had to get up because I had lost my sleep wave (if you will). I was not a happy camper. And that's how I started my day. So around mid-morning, (could have been early afternoon) I decided that I wasn't going to lose my joy. I changed my paradigm, reclaimed my victory, and then felt pangs of guilt tugging at my heart for being so moody with my husband that morning. And then I moved on. It was my birthday.


Then I was on the telephone, (because the only thing that makes cleaning house go by is talking to one of the girls on the telephone) I seem to recall mentioning that I guess my husband was going to go to the gym today, "even though it was my birthday and it would be really nice if he had come home instead" or something like that. Well, up walks my husband with a whole bunch of petunias and a big bag from bath and body works. I don't think he realized that I needed to plant the petunias and that they weren't actually flowers like roses that you just put in a vase. Or that I only wear one fragrance and have since like 1991 and probably always will. But his sentiment soared over the little glitches and I was happy for the thought put into it. Except that he forgot that the last time I planted petunias and verbenas and something else that never made it, he happened to mention that my thumb may have burned...


Well, then he had to go to Walgreen's for candles.


o.k.


He came back with the best gift ever. He finally gets me. He brought my dear friend Angela, her husband and two adorable sons to celebrate. I'm a people person. The gifts, I could go either way on. What I really love is spending time with the people important to me. It was THE PERFECT gift. And then I was a little upset that he didn't let me know so that I could tidy up the house. Just a little. (wink)

We went to P.F. Chang's for dinner. It was sooooo good. I want to go back. Now. I hadn't been there in YEARS. And the manager happened to notice me (because I happened to work for him at Chili's years ago). Long story short, he bought us a round of drinks and a HUGE chocolate cake. It pays to have had like 27 different jobs.


The next night was Girl's Night Out, so that went well. Only- don't ever take two Sex with An Alligator shots in the same night. I'm just saying. And my parents are coming up this Thursday to celebrate my birthday! So I'm just rolling a two week celebration....it looks like :)

Here I am with the delicious tres leches cake (my favorite) that Angela got for me. That is also my infamous empire waist/I'm pregnant blouse. Which I wouldn't have been wearing if I had known that company was coming over. But it does have a flattering neckline.

And Here I am getting ready for the Girl's Night Out. 32 year old me. gulp.