Yesterday was my birthday, as facebook might have told you. I was planning on sleeping in but one of the cats had different plans and woke me by throwing up a birthday gift onto my new quilt. My new quilt that doesn't fit in the washing machine. That was on the bed for less than 24 hours. In unrelated news, I have one cat for sale, she's really cheap. Email me if you're interested.
After I dragged myself out of the bed, I headed to the bathroom where I expected to find my reflection no different than the day before. I am not one of those people that believes turning a year older magically adds wrinkles to your face or bags under your eyes, so I was shocked when I looked in the mirror and realized that holy hell, I looked older. I immediately started rooting around for whatever debagging eye lotions I could find because I was not pretty. Lotions were applied and I'm fairly certain they did no good, other than making me feel better about myself. So success!
The rest of the day was spent at parties for other people (not that I'm saying they weren't fun. Just saying that the parties were not for me. I'm not so narcissistic that I need multiple parties planned for me. Just one party. Once a year. With some cake.) which prompted jparks to say "Baby, I forgot to order you a cake. I really suck at birthdays." And while I'm not denying his suckyness at birthdays, I will say that he bought me this (well, sort of this one, but in the next size up because I like massive bags):
And that pretty bag just about makes up for the lack of a cake, candles, and a card. Although jparks should make a note that next year I'm turning 30 and he should plan a party. With chocolate cake. Add it to your task list now baby.