So, here I am another year older. My birthday was Saturday. 34. The last couple years, I have posted a self taken birthday photo for posterity. This year my husband took the pic and I am making my signature (rather tired looking) face where I am thinking "Man I hate having my picture taken."
I am sporting a new-that-morning 14 dollar Supercuts haircut here. (I did it Ms. G!) And I must say I am thrilled I didn't spend any more. Not that it looks Vogue-ready or anything, but that is how it just dried with just a little dab of styling goop. Seriously, that's huge for me. My hair is naturally super thick, wavy and dry and frizzy on the ends. Usually it dries looking more like Phil Spector than anything I could venture in public with.
I bought my own cake at BJs that morning. I am not a big cake person, but Boston creme sounded pretty good. It was only just okay. I should have bought a pie or just made brownies. Or had a birthday bag of potato chips (Cape Cods please). Cake is almost always disappointing calories for me.
The kids treated me to lots of special drawings and coloring pages that day. And I got to go grocery shopping all by myself. My present is a trip to see Mary Poppins with my mom and sisters and nieces next month. Yay for 34!